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Push off the asphalt.
Pedal true north.
Slalom through Covid warning signs.
Breathe at your own peril,
Skirt the shore fishermen,
Chattering Tagalog through their masks.
Warm up into the wind,
But heart warming.
When the breeze allows, go fast.
When it doesn’t, go hard.
Weave through the oblivious.
Kids know no risk
Because the world revolves around them,
And parents blessed with precious child time still screen-stare,
At the center of their universe.
A family frolics on the beach,
Where windsurfers used to launch.
The golf course is closed.
The tide is out.
The stench blows in.
The sky howls.
Cold eyes drip hot tears.
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