Tilting Forward

from Wenona, IL; 75 miles covered, mostly into the wind

Today, I laughed uncontrollably
at windmills in the distance.
I thought of Don Quixote
while Charlie Mingus Ah Umed in my ears.
I saw the short grasses barely felt the wind,
and I thought it’s mostly myself I’m fighting,
being a tall thing on the plain.
My fit over,
I shifted down and fought harder.

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