It is a sublime pleasure
To wake up, pour my cup of morning coffee
(taken with a splash of half and half)
and walk outside to my grey Ford F150 truck
to gaze upon the Ducati
that I wrested from
the darkness of the previous night.
The joy of Christmas morning comes to mind.

I scan the machine quickly
and note chipped paint
and a bent wheel
that I did not notice
during my previous inspection
in last night's shadows.
Even so, I see good brake calipers,
an aftermarket shock absorber
and a nice Termignoni exhaust
that I can use
on my race bike.
I thus meditate on
another fine parts bike score.