Hood River to The Dalles
Cycling from Hood River to The Dalles
Pushed by winds out of the Pacific
Feeling like a windsurfer on the Columbia
I could be Peter Pan for a moment
Or Mary Poppins for another
Encouraged to soar high and quick
Being the force from Star Wars
Finding my place in a temporary universe
Wisps of wishes whirling on a magical axis
Before reaching the turnaround
When imagination turns to headwinds
My torso a sail catching what I once enjoyed
Legs pumping arrhythmically
Like an Irish jig dancer wearing a tutu in Snow White
Fighting the return to Hood River and drinking pilsner
While musing about constants and dualities
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