TUNCKHANNOCK FALLS,
ITHACA NY
You know how it is when water runs off a ledge:
that final gasp of air and mist, that color which
'makes' the falls, the joyful halo of rainbow
and hiss. The draining pull of beavers in
tow, the rant and pillage of muskrats
and fish. The whole world joins in.
You know how it is when water runs off a ledge:
that final gasp of air and mist, that color which
'makes' the falls, the joyful halo of rainbow
and hiss. The draining pull of beavers in
tow, the rant and pillage of muskrats
and fish. The whole world joins in.
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