Falls - By Greg Cameron


the water sweeps over the rocks
one tree peers tentatively over the edge
at the top
a pool at bottom - looks deep
she sits on a blanket
opening a lunch basket
blinking her eyes at you
seeming nude in spirit
if not in fact
you're reminded of something
high cultural
but who needs high culture
when a bird wheels away
with a joy you'll never know?
one cloud dots the sky
with chubby insolence
as if to say
"here I am, bud!"
and a Yank gets out of his car,
says,"what you going?"
and you say "nothing"
because nothing is what is going on
nothing is all you need
you could fall into the sky
sink to the bottom of the pond
and a dog spills out of the
Yank's car
and sniffs the green
garbage can.....

- Written by: Greg Cameron

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