Spearing through the clouds
We reach Yari’s peak at dawn
Breathless and in awe

Urban plains reveal rural peaks
Steep pine and cedar slopes to scramble
Exertion rewarded with stunning vistas
Alpine flowers on granite ridges, shrines atop
Mountain lodge, date Nineteen Twenty
Tatami bunk, airless, curtained, slightly sweaty
But miso soup and rice a-plenty
Watch plasma telly, twenty twenty
Retreat and contemplate or communicate?
So, text; ‘Mntns good, hard work, views gr8’
Eight? Group of Eight? Handshakes solemn
Greetings profuse and declarations signed
Technical solutions are the answer
Planet saved, alpine flowers and miso bunkhouse

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