SALTO BOSETTI
(Iguazú)

Like liquid milky
quartz & topaz, the water
rushes, tumbles

I.

Beneath a deep indigo sky

we travail a road through dry landscape

hard grasses, spiked

I.
The phantom full moon
meets the morning sun
gilding a broad band
across the Strait of

Walking into that centuries-old building,
through a wall torn down
to reveal the memories
of that

Once these Patagonian plains
were a different world,
Pangaea just parting,