.
With silt-laden foam
through a rock-jammed door
the river falls through a gorge
singing thunder
sending spray
high enough to soak
the helmet of my pompadour
so well coiffed for this rock ‘n roll day
—standing on an outcropped rock
over seething H₂O dancing
to the rhythms of Inertia & Gravity;
raising the hairs on the back of my neck
sending tremblers up my spine
in the exhilaration of
the
fall
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Jim Culleny; March 2009
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Blink 