by ROSS JACKSON
that I’m back at Niagara Falls
a cataract grown from icy melt
which pours and pours and pours
I pray Niagara Falls
will flow unceasingly
until
the melting ices run out
in the meantime
anyone arriving by plane
or conjuring it virtually
may contract this cataract
no matter
what their age is
but any dreamy head, or fantasist
disposed to misty views of rainbow veils
or who’s bedazzled by sequinned spray
or who’s carried away
hearing tonnage of thunder
should learn the nightly rates
of hotels having rooms
with the very best views – on the Canada side