The Great Fall
There's a Polaroid
from some sixty or so years ago...
of a father and son in the fore ground
the great Niagra Falls just beyond.
A thin rail in between us
as the violent black froth rushes on.
Times were thin for him...
scarcity of money
scarcity of security
scarcity of love.
but he held on tightly to his cub.
With a fistful of hard labor and
a thimble of good luck...
the burlap of our time
softened to cotton puffs.
Throughout his entire life
the old man clung tightly
to the little boy
in front of every single great fall.
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