American Falls
Visible waves in the waterfall.
White-edged plow blades,
hurled from a ledge in riverbed.
Explain the illusion that they ascend.
Imagine you could climb them,
the roaring wave-escalator. Not golden,
but bottle green, with suds.
Hear, in their plunge, series of percussive oratory.
With a ticket for the tour boat, you can stand awhile
at its foot.



This jumped out at me:
Not golden,
but bottle green, with suds.