Black River Falls I like how one can hear the last word As a noun or a verb depending On how one feels. I feel like the black river Is falling. Maybe it's the snow drifting Down like confectionary sugar, Or the highway patrol vehicles Crouching like vultures on the shoulders That make me hear a river falling. I go into the antique store but don't Buy anything, afraid that if I were To take something away from this place It would try to get back, and I fly Tomorrow. For a plane not to crash, Every object, down to the smallest stone In a child's ring, has to be alright with leaving The earth. McCarthy's last character was Hospitalized here, which means I've been Here before, even as my body was sitting In a chair in San Francisco, reading. So who is the real ghost here, me or her? Leaving Black River Falls, the last word Becomes a noun, becomes a place black water Comes to and turns white with fear.
So good! I love the twist on the word “falls.”