the waterfall
is white against the blue sky,
the concrete
slab
curved to give it a poetic
nudge
in nature.
how it over flows with a rush,
the rumble
of its push towards
a larger cause,
the river into the bay.
I could stand here for a long
time
and not avert my gaze.
no words,
no mantra, no meditative
saying,
just water moving
over the fall.
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