Como Lake

COMO LAKE

My summertime playground,

my bike knew every trail

throughout the park, the

zoo and conservatory,

the amusement rides

an occasional pleasure.

Riding throughout the

park in the sunshine, the

wind of the ride in my

face, sailing homemade

wooden boats on its

surface, and teasing

nesting swans occupied

many wonder-filled hours

during the summer months.

I walked its shores and

across it frozen surface

to school during the

school year months.

Winter skating on

its surface, the bulldozer

zamboni clearing the

snow and revealing all

the mysterious cracks

and gouges in the ice

upon which we skated.

A place of joy and

adventure for a ten

year old boy, little

did I know how much

more it would become

as I hold your hand

and walk around its

shores, with you, so

beautiful, your long

dark hair draped

over your shoulders

and down your back

over the white

peasant girl blouse,

your legs embraced

by blue denim floods

and sandal dressed

feet. The sunlight

glistening off the

lake’s rippled surface

dims in the light

of your beauty.

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