Hiking
I can feel wind
whistling through native fern trees.
making my skin
crack and freeze.
I can hear piwakawaka.
chirping loudly to each other.
My words,
Float and silently smother.
I smell oxygen.
Crisp, fresh.
My grin,
Feels like a lonely whisper.
A river
crashing by smooth boulders
makes my liver
Feel like a scared soldier.
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