we’re really quite fond of ‘ya.
You get us from base camp to peak.
Your views are transcendent.
The sunshine, resplendent.
My fifth trip up the mountain, this week.
With climbers courageous,
tour parties engage us;
explaining all that comes into view.
The conveyance has crested,
with passengers, restive.
Looking for something to do.
The crowd soon spills out,
and wanders about.
Vertigo, soon gains a foothold.
Once we are able,
the views become stable,
and beholden horizons unfold.
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