Paragliding Poem by gershon hepner
Paragliding
Paragliding with huge Californian condors,
our passion is so high no cloud can dim it,
and when we take the open road in hybrid Hondas
we feel there is no highway code and no speed limit.
Although far less than nine feet and a half, our span
encompasses each other when we drive,
but we won’t pause at any lay-bys till we can
remove our seat belts once we both arrive.
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