West Hawk Lake

I would run across the street
sand sticking calloused feet
back red from sun
lunch ready inside cabin

pristine water of lake

crater created

deep as the ocean

a circle of purity

chilled to the bone
but we didn't notice
boys splashing

pretending to swim
proud to wade in chin deep

it seemed we came there year after year
it was our lake
our beach

with concrete wall and long steps leading to street
our white and green cabin
our pure sunny summer place
of sandy feet and sunburned backs