The Falls

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First a cloud hovering over the lake
Or a fire billowing smoke to the skies
Closer still—thick, misty fog concentrated
Water beside the road traveled—moves fast
Faster
Faster
Waves hurtling, lifting over rocks
Open window brings in hissing froths
Walk beside the sound
Outrageous power
I,
want to
be a bird
soaring
with
a
droplet down the fall

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