Killing time,
looking down
from abyssmal heights
of the rarest air, he was struck
by the shape and tone of the
rainbows made, in the vertical
maelstrom mist of spray. He observed,
as he always did, the rocks
upon which they played. "I believe,"
he let slip, uncharacteristically aloud,
"I foresee a rather excellent quarry
down there, one day."
This is a reworked and much-shortened version, or perhaps better call it excerpt, of 2018's the scene from a scenic and overlooked view of the falls.
ReplyDeleteDag, even the title's way too long.