That morning
we hiked
Longs Peak
we three
collegiate potheads
draped in tie-dye
long hair and youth.
Exhausted and proud
we treated ourselves
to a upscale steak luncheon.
The fine dining lodge
was vacant
we three the only patrons
on the specials board
shone a dessert
-certainly a manifestation
of the chefs late-season boredom-
ten layer chocolate cake.
We luxuriated in New York strips
then ordered the titular treat.
O' the size of that decadent dream
a massive wedge
bigger than the dinner plate
on which it was served
the luscious sponge and silky frosting
not only satiated but affirmed,
a satisfaction so potent
it struck some bone-deep harmonic
and for a moment
we three friends were Rocky Mountain kings.
This was long ago,
I can taste it still.
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