Pulled up to the empty parking lot of the restaurant.
Amend that, empty except for one giant Yamaha crotch rocket
and a man, standing off to the side, looking at the back patio.
His back turned so I could get a long look at his long frame
in his tan dress pants and matching tan plaid dress shirt.
Like a baby duck imprinting on a human, I imprinted that day.
I followed him restaurant to restaurant that Sunday.
In these-here parts, so many close down on the Lord’s Day of rest.
Not the little smoke-choke dive bars though. They seem open 24/7.
It’s where we sat at a small rickety table and talked for hours.
He laid out every sin he’d committed – or so he said at the time –
So there wouldn’t be surprises later. He was sincere and handsome.
I continued to follow him anywhere, like an innocent baby duck,
even when he turned into a hungry wolf, plucking my feathers
one by one with his utilitarian teeth and chilling contorted smile.
His voice saying, “Hello, Lisa,” in a deep bass croon, shivered me.
The words and timber remained, but the shiver changed to terror.
His twin, the Yamaha, elicited a similar shift, when he came home.
Today’s guest host — and one of the founding members of dVerse — is Brian Miller. Brian says:
Today, I want you to capture a moment in your verse. Clearly describe to us what is in that moment. Paint a picture for us with your words that will evoke our own emotions and experiences. If you need to, find a picture and write about it. Maybe you have a favorite photograph you want to share. If not, write us the picture, so we can see it, taste it, smell it.