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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