Only seventeen
on a hot Harley Machine.
Didn’t have to wear
a helmet
you could feel the air
streaming
through your hair.
Riding down the rainy road
behind a loaded semi
going to Ft. Collins
for the day.
Suddenly a back splash
hit them in the face
they weren’t trying to race
just trying to pass the truck.
Two seconds later
the bike was wrecked
and my girlfriend
laid dead on the rainy road.
Only seventeen
on a hot Harley machine
she never had a chance
to be a mother or a wife
two days before we graduated
from high school.
(In remembrance of Bonnie Hockett, Class of ‘67 -Cheyenne, Wyoming)
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