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When I was younger I was warned of a lake built on fire
You’ll jump right in and burn into submission
You’ll swim out anew against the old resistance
It’ll dry your eyes to window views
The climb back down will be tough
Like so many die on a summit descent
Look at K2 for wisdom
 
Fire melts the ice
Evidence burns the fiction
I stumbled upon a lake
That met the description
It’s dyed yellow, orange, fused with red
Perfect substitutes for the resilient blue
Seen before in my dreams
Déjà vu, the colors are unreal
The yellow lake built on fire
Surrounded by mountains and meadows
Woods, canyons, and rock formations
Diverse landscape built on top of heat
Geothermal, yellow stones
A volcano underneath
The mercury’s in the red
 
Send me yellow
Scenery, fresh air
Change me yellow
The Yellow Park
Built on top of hot
Solid, matchless rock
Send me yellow
Change me yellow
 
Sulfur, heat, a canyon deep
With drastic steeps
Sketched with fine point lead
Colored in earthy crayons
Trees, a third gone
Courtesy of eighty-eight
Overdue, the fire went haywire
Burnt the woods, all dead and tired
Twice a decade later
I’m enjoying Yellow’s choir
Landscape, wildlife and wildflowers
They survived the wildfires
 
A trip, balancing the bright white
With the overcasts’ flat light
Full exposure to a land I now know
Blurry, spot focus
All without falling into the flames
In my eyes, beneath my feet
The campfire, the lake of fire
Nighttime, flicker, flash
Holding my composure
Imagination to sight, sound, smells, taste and touch
I take it all in, the yellow lake built on stone and fire
 
Send me yellow
Scenery, fresh air
Change me yellow
The Yellow Park
Built on top of hot
Solid, matchless rock
Send me yellow
Change me yellow
 
It’s hidden so I climb high
With the grizzlies
In the Teton, Bridger, Absaroka mountain ranges
I soar alongside bald and golden eagles
Through sunset skies, the reflection of the land below
I float in the Yellowstone Lake on top of fire
As big as the salty sea, save sulfur
From the active volcano
Geysers blow steam, warming the river’s running, never ending water
I swim the snake with the cutthroat
Winding between mountains and trees
Show me a reason to climb out of the yellow lake built on stone and fire
I’ve got me, the land, can’t you see I’ll be staying longer

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