© 2010, 2016, 2020 by Vernon Miles Kerr, vernonmileskerr.com
Quirky, busy little Boulder
With its sprawling, yellow brick university
And Nineteenth Centry business district,
Spread out at the foot of the Flatirons.
Those jutting stone slabs seem to grow out of Boulder
They thrust upward beckoning the hikers,
Promising untold vistas higher up in the Rockies,
That backbone of North America.
The buskers and hippies along Pearl Street’s Walkway
Chat and snigger at the weird plain people
From places like Des Moines or Bakersfield.
The visitors gasp at the neon sign advertising
A basement weed dispensary.
They playfully push each other toward the steps.
Most resist, but some descend
With a feigned resignation
And a hidden smile.