already high when we got there
you
and the younger brother felt sick that day
******-and-moaned and came anyway
there wasn't so much to say

we said it all

still the path loomed large before
us
I wonder if he dreamt beneath the shade
in his fever heave bid go ahead
as rapidly ascending

we traveled on

summit broad side summer day
me
still heavy-breathing fire in my chest not easing
look over edge where he is sleeping
only sky and ground to see

well I saw it