Miko

Miko

I have to admit I like her.
She’s built like a small tank,
solid, reassuring.
At the same time, she’s
cheerful and welcoming.
After receiving instruction on
where to put my feet
and how to be a good passenger,
I hopped on behind my son, who was
sporting appropriate motorcycle
helmet, leathers and boots.
Off we went on a grand
tour of the Goss-Grove alleys.
I leaned into every turn,
didn’t put my feet down when
he stopped and was proclaimed
"a good passenger".
I have to admit I like her.
Maybe one day, when
Daniel buys a new motorcycle,
I can have Miko.