Of All the Walls of Water
man calls by name,
he calls none better
than Angel Falls, a
falls that falls from
such a height all’s
twisted white in a list
of mist, the ghost
of which almost re-
verses, ascending in
prisms of spritz. It’s
glory on glory from
story to story cas-
cading. All must at
last come down to braid unbraiding, the medium un-streamed, and all things living by leveling redeemed!— Marry Me (I mean, marry me again)—for we are already married, aren’t we, my dear sweet friend, married in the only way two people ever really marry, with a vow the stones under- stand, a vow the sand and wind and rain already know, pearl to the tooth, a vow already singing— tower over all the earth— with the fresh morning-come-early ring of truth. Bio: Todd Boss's best-selling debut poetry collection, Yellowrocket (Norton, 2008) won the Midwest Bookseller's Honor Book Award and was named one of the ten best books of poetry in 2008 by Virginia Quarterly Review. His poems have appeared in POETRY, The New Yorker, and elsewhere.
this: the elemental
in the heart’s high