jury’s out on a motorcycle

by Meg Baird

oil barrel outside lighted and flaming

by a shed on a rock by the sea

and a solitary figure in a chair

you must have seen him

as we crested the hill

and down you went

off the main dirt road

down the steep little incline

towards him

I’m thinking holy shit

you said nice day

I said hi and flipped a hand

he could have reached out

and touched me

but he sat perfectly still

with arms folded

light glinting off his eyes

and watched us as we headed

back up the hill slowly

story is he killed someone

and you said something like

seemed like a nice guy

you knew dizzy on the back

was too blonde to be greasy

and I’d have to agree

I think he enjoyed the company

he probably heard us coming

Meg Baird can be found in the ezine archives of Yellow Mama, Twisted Sister, Anemone Sidecar, Open Heart Forgery, Apollo’s Lyre, and Prachya Review, as well as the paper publications Fluidity, CV2: Poetry Only, Expressions, and Fourth Floor Images. She enjoys performing in cafes, libraries, bars and special events. Poetry, her own and that of others, has saved her life on more than one occasion. Say no more!

Ann Marie Rhiel is the Assistant Art Director for Yellow Mama Webzine. She was born and raised in Bronx, New York, presently living in New Jersey. She reconnected with her passion for art in 2016 and has had her work exhibited in art galleries around northern New Jersey ever since. She is a commissioned painting artist, who also enjoys photography. Her work has also appeared in Black Petals and Megazine Official.