Sighting

We spoke for a short time in the coffee shop at the bottom of Main street in Beacon. You wore a beige sweater. You were riding a Ducati. You had your black and red helmet on the table that my friends kids started to play with… we spoke for a little bit about where we were from and what you were doing out that way, but my friends kids got antsy so we went to leave.  You held open the door and said ‘Ciao!” To my little one. We went back to find you but you were gone.

Who knows