down switchbacks
lined with wild raspberry bushes
muddy trails,
slick rocks,
raised tree roots;
sun glints and lights
through canopy,
spring runs,
cool, cold, deep,
ancient,
quenches thirst
of those
unknown thousands,
hiker
wanderer
whiteblazer
blueblazer
northbounder
southbounder
tank up.
AT Poems III
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