a natural wonder — water, falling —
I reach by a wide clean gray gravel road
the park calls a trail, I call it a highway
a motorized wheelchair could climb
the greater the wonder the more public the show
much as I love falling water — boiling froth
slick rock & glassy spills, greenish flat rock
under four feet deep flow — I don’t want
to be here in this carved-out space
nature no longer wild, nature tidy as
a downtown street & just as well attended
once it would have been space for falling
from life too much ache to endure
once it would have been a spot
where my body would never be found
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