niagara
his crashing majesty
with high mists and sunny disposition
i cannot tear my eyes away
watching the ferries
in and out
dry, then drenched
i cannot tear my eyes away
because they'll fall
on the ugliness
that's grown up behind me
[in response to carl sandburg's poem of the same name]
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Tuesday, November 16, 2010
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