Brought to a lake
six-thousand-feet up in
the Colorado Rockies
forty years have passed
and I wonder if it is
the altitude or the view
repossessing my breath
have found us goat-like
on the move, jumping from
rock-to-rock tempting
foot-soaking fate or worse

I would have scoffed at
a lake with a boardwalk as
being for lesser mortals
unaccustomed to really living

the silliness of that obvious
the caution born of experience
overrides residual machismo

I acquiesce to the boardwalk
take a stroll, stop. Discard footwear.

Feet can get wet on purpose here.

– Mark L. Lucker

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