Two Climbers
Shedding our heavy packs,
we thought it no great feat
to storm a vertical mile,
then beat a steep retreat.
Our trails? Now needle tracks
from an infusion chair.
Gamely, he feigns a smile
just to ascend a stair.
Links:
[1] https://www.ablemuse.com/v7/poetry/timothy-murphy/tete-rouge-cache?s=d2d1b3fea63616915c8728cf1ff88c9b
[2] https://www.ablemuse.com/v7/poetry/timothy-murphy/west?s=d2d1b3fea63616915c8728cf1ff88c9b