The Hudson stretches wide and far,
Ripples in the breeze that breathes
New life into my war-worn bones and hot, raw nerves.
I come here when I'm full to spilling so
I do not leak and waste
The essence of survival that I cannot spare.
Things have been truly, deeply rough
Like the Hudson in storms passed
These past few years. I'm strong, but sometimes I am tired
And the ships that sail her side by side
Down and up river joined
Sometimes make my soul ache, because I'm alone
And I can see a certain face
Reflected in the water waves.
Our eyes become the same,
And then I let them go.
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