I hate divorce. I make latter’s to compose
Resignation; now and then
I send one in and leave in a lemon-
hued Huff or a Snit with four on the floor.
Do you like the scent of a honeysuckle?
I see a burning bridge.

I see a small boat go over
The falls -- its swirling in a circle
Like a dog rolling around to try to sleep, and its frail collar
Pokes blindly out over the falls
a little more than too much, 
And then the boat's nose dives in.

The boat flips upward then the boat points
Downward and the yells of the soon-to-be-alive
Echo of their voices.
Let's go tell the videotape, the news-
Caster intones, and the control room does,
and the boat carries along again and again.