Lake Tahoe, Commercialized

There is fun in the consumer options near a beautiful place like Lake Tahoe. I enjoyed the spa, art galleries and a nice dinner out (and skiing). Still the commercialism of a natural place struck me in this poem.


Lake Tahoe

Found a small pencil
“Coyote Moon.”
A golf pencil
yet made me wonder,
“what is a coyote moon?”
a golf course,
vampire novel,
slot machine,
YouTube chant.

I have heard coyotes howl
not at the moon
but after a kill
or in pursuit,
a communication
a language.

Has anyone on that California golf course
drinking that New York wine
or reading about Buffy’s friends
while pulling a slot handle
ever heard wild coyotes howl?

They’re all after the après ski dollar,
the $70 ski hill lunch,
the $50 ski gloves,
the chain restaurant fries
when really
what we’re all missing
in our matching ski pants
and high-tech gear
to conquer the hill,
is the mountain itself
the Rhododendrons crawling
at the feet of great Jeffrey pines
who drop their magnificent seed cones
on the high desert floor.

This place where the winds build,
where the waves lap
at the crescent of gray rock crags
is conquered only
by wind and snow and geological time
shrugging off
tiny day skiers
like ants sliding into a pile
at the lodge bar
for a $12 beer.

About createthedawn

Dawn’s calling is for her poetry to make our world a positive place. She believes in the power of poetry to process, to focus, to align, and to find our way to happiness and fulfillment. Thus, her pen-name is CreatetheDawn. Follow Dawn's work on this blog and in her books to help fill your world with wit, wisdom, and wonder.
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