poet Herbert Nehrlich

Herbert Nehrlich

Harley

Only in the gray
twilight of a dream
was I allowed
to run
my eager hand
up from your fibula
alongside the
iliotibial ligament
into the
symphysis.

Surprised
to find
a clearing
without forest.

At that precise
and crucial time
in history
the Harley started up
down memory lane.
Like every morning
that belligerent machine
it woke me,
bringing to
untimely end
a perfect dream.

Poem Submitted: Sunday, July 10, 2005

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  • Herbert Nehrlich1 (4/22/2006 7:58:00 PM)

    No, Duncan. Did have a Heinkel scooter and a 500 cc BMW years ago. Today it's the Hemi 5.7

    Thanks for your kind words.
    H

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  • Duncan Wyllie (4/22/2006 7:34:00 PM)

    A beautiful machine, Do you own one Herbert?
    This is a senual write that captures the mood.
    Thankyou for sharing your art, love duncan

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  • Allan James Saywell (7/10/2005 11:34:00 PM)

    i dream the same dream herbert but alas instead of the Harley in my dream
    there is only a little dinkey

    Warm regards allan

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