July 25, 2016 by BHW
I look up
without seeing the source.
Cold spray moistens cheeks
already moistened by tears.
Beauty crashes down
with a rumble and roar
into pools of sorrow.
My body reverberates
as love crashes down,
the confluence of creek and river,
you and me,
forged in the roar of the falls.
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