Niagara I Am Not
Cool
waters
fall with force;
my whirling mist
dampens the dryness
of the summer’s wither.
Flora and fauna nearby
depend on my relentless role.
The great Niagara, I am not
whereas, I miss all the tourist hoopla.
Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2025
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