Lady Temperance goes to her lover,
leaping effortlessly over thunderous
waterfalls and jutting rocks.
Lover Superior tries to overwhelm her
with his moody rolls relentlessly
slapping the shore.
This is the natural order of
lovers with separate agendas-
She, moving out.
He, crashing in.
So too is it natural-
that small place where they meet
in a euphoric jumble of foam
twinkling in the sun.
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