Oregon Motorcycle Poem

Sped from White Salmon to Home Valley
     through four short tunnels and one clear lane.
Trestles dark, stamped across levees
     along the hills carved from the rain.
Diesel ambush, a railroad beast careens
     while two small wheels race along this train.
1995 Triumph Speed Triple vs. 200,000 pound badass Union Pacific

I love motorcycles so much that I don’t even like my car anymore. I’m writing it secretly because I don’t want my car to know that I like the bike so much better. It’s an old Ford so any bit of jealousy will certainly result in me calling a friend because my car broke down.



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