Oct 302013
 
Tonight I dreamed my marriage bed was pouring over Niagara Falls;
Green the Falls were pouring, green as a baseball field;
Down my love for Joe was rushing, but my heart refused to yield,
Rushing like a catch-in-the-breath when you fall.

Green glow the diamond fields where Joe's the mounded thrower;
Dusty and dun come the men who run there,
Hitting and spitting and whittling defeat away there
Until all the field's laid out for a victory homer.

Up with a deep up-pouring rose the mists upon the rocks;
White tossed my wedding dress, white twined my twisted veil;
Our hands locked in a lovers' knot as over the Falls we fell,
Ramming toward the roaring, raging, raucous rocks.

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