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Fat Worm Triumph

after four hours

ripping up an exposed slope

some V-shaped line

some stairway to the sky

I found myself

panting beneath this hairy grass tree

and below my resting feet

a huge angled drop

exposed by fire and rain

unlike the darkest green tangle

on the eastern side

I recall these heroic legs

firing up the mountain

and my lungs barely keeping up

a half slip, arm outstretched for balance

and near falling by a fat worm

a lazy gloss

rejoicing in winter sun

not moving its deadly tiger stripes

I'm on a mountain top

and see a range to the north

there's another peak to climb

this windless day, of watercolour horizon

the sweetest water to drink

and a triumph at my feet

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