Musky Wild
They're young; that musky wildness still in the eyes.
Endless fates to seduce - mountains to climb.
Heading straight up, though thinly clothed.
Through bone-pocked passes of grizzled ghosts.
Just beyond wispy clouds the bounty lies.
Summits of glowing gold to pound youth's eye.
The tempest billows -the air has thinned.
Sashays have slowed, brightness growing dim.
Phantom of the glacier kicking sheets of snow.
Snickering at the frozen folly scrambling far below.
Springtime arrives; the town elder searches.
For that musky wild, deep within the weeping earth.
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