Julie by John Harold Olson

I was on the back

of Julie’s Norton

that she bought from

her brother

Arms around her waist

Rolling 

headlight on the road

I remember how good she smelled

Like camomile growing wild.

We stop at the GTO Lounge

Along the two lane,

Pabst sign,

hunter’s moon

“No motorcycles!”

“Excuse me, what?”

Julie had this courteous thing

when she was angry.

I said, “Let’s beat it”

Out on the lot, 

Deciding what to do

(Rode down to where her 

Horse was and slept on the

grass, slept on a horse blanket)

A guy came out

With two cold beers.

“Here, just leave the empties over there.”

Cold beer in the night.

Julie says, “You warm enough

Back there, Baby?”

Kickstart

Retired Las Vegas teacher now a hospice volunteer.