Popo Agie Falls

Snow covers ice covers water covers frozen ground covers winter

The river runs, running, sputtering despite the chains of solid cold


Drips oozes sloshes, under the ice, you can see it shuffle by, blue in blue, bluer than sky, bluer than cold, trickling if you squint


The Falls don't fall as much as impose, silent and stiff, cracking with anticipation

of a warmer day.