HIGH FALLS

The water plunges over the falls
heaping at their base before
sliding down the river.
It pays no attention
to the small crowed gathered
on the bridge, ignores the deer
on the island in the river
intent in grazing
on summer's last grasses.
The people wander
off the bridge, into their cars
and home, the deer wait
for dusk and walk gingerly
across the rocks to the shore
and the lake waits patiently
for its renewal
as the curtain of night
envelopes the scene.