She labors up the trail
backpack filled with decades
of travel on two feet.
Her poles tick
in slow synchrony
with crunch of careful footfall.
She pauses often to drink
from water bottle
and from sky.
She reaches the crest,
unties her boots,
discards diminished
human form,
fastens her soul
to a passing butterfly
and floats away
untethered, free.
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