We two

We rose at dawn and

With yams in hand

Wound around

provoking bends

in thought

To the carpark

Beneath the giant

From the looks of the few fellow walkers

From the empty lot

We knew

Although we were told the

Slog was long

And snow of her namesake

Crept into our shoes

Although we were

Almost bucked from the pass

Now treacherous with icy blasts

We two

We mavericks

To the top

Before breakfast

- Amelia Young

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