Niagara Falls Postcard by Jennifer Rose

The American Niagara Falls
Undated postcard. The Bridal Veil Fall is to the right. Image courtesy of Niagara Falls Public Library

Greetings from the capital of love,
whose cataracts a punster might foretell.
Next time we come we’ll plan for a motel:
one afternoon is simply not enough.

Where other tourists see the Bridal Veil,
I watch the ghosts of buffalos herded off
a thousand cliffs by hunters. Gulls circle as if
they were white buzzards. They wait to no avail.

Sorry to be cynical, I buy
some souvenirs — small TV sets with slides of all
the sights in living color. The primal
screams are missing. The hunters had their alibi

but what is mine? Can I love a girl
afraid of every honeymoon’s cheap thrills,
like holding hands in public or acting like a fool?
Yours, of course, until Niagara Falls.

Source: Jennifer Rose. Hometime for an Hour: Poems. Athens: Ohio University Press, 2006

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