THE CATARACT RINGS
the cataract rings
to the rhythm of the words
bouncing off
the stubborn rocks
that
dare break the rhythm
but the spell is strong
the words in spate
will slake the lake’s
rhythm rippling there
flowing from the rarefied headwaters
(of the poet’s mind)
they will reach the paddling deltas
of their genre and then
they will look to the mountains
and read the words that soar
high on the thermals
(of the poet’s mind)
(of the poet’s mind)
and they will say look
look at the meter of the headstones
running wet with the tears
of an angel with a pen
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