Wednesday, 22 July 2009

A Poem, Fuji

Fuji
Basalt, blasted by
Snow sleet sweat
Dazzles dawn’s design.
Night’s nasty near
Tearful trek took
Eight eye-opening ear-aching
Hours. How high
Fuji feels faced
With weary weak
Bodies branded by
Rocks rays rain
Three thousand then
Some. Symbolic sun
Dusty decline. Dormant
Volcano verifies vitality.
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