061111d Ascent To The Top Poem by Manonton Dalan
061111d Ascent To The Top
early morning crimson on east
watching every move, every step
from gotemba trail up the climb
my stick, backpack on my behind
cold breeze words i could find
loose soil & rocks tumbling down
for every station we stop for stamp
on our stick for a few yen & drinks
there are snow with the wind burst
my arms and my face feels hurt
i put towel to cover not enough
we keep going until came dark
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