I find a new path
to the waterfall. along the back
side
of the woods.
I can hear
the thunder of the water
cascading hard
on the carved
rocks.
a century, more.
it keeps coming. it's white
in the air.
blue black
below.
don't slip, don't go in,
or go under.
stay safe, hug the shore.
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