In the early part of Desert Storm, the U. S. Air Force was using the formidable F-111F to -plink- (squish) Sadam’s tanks. Plinking was accomplished using LASER guided smart bombs dropped from the F-111s. Last night, I was using my headlight to guide bugs to -plink-; ouch! And there really are bugs we call Love-Bugs here in Texas…
Sol’s autumn beams cast shadows long, he sets quite gently in the west;
my V-twin steed loafs anxiously awaiting throttle’s harsh requests.
Rain in spring and summer heat are parents to a plague replete-
with tiny aviators wings; hit my face and goggles, -plink-.
Air is crisp as engine torques, propels me through a dimming view;
light retreats along my way, sky dilutes to muted satin hues.
Rejoice! to ride in twilight clear, stars proclaim their ancient truth above-
Annoying thuds against my cheeks; gnats, flies and bugs called ‘Love’.
How is it then that I deserve, to taste majestic rolling bliss;
upon a rail quite finely tuned, Mazzaroth bestows her ancient kiss.
Committed to the path at hand, each twist and turn of road I think,
of hard forged steel with God’s Good Grace;
and flying bugs enduring each annoying -plink-.