Written by: Albert Ahearn

Pedaling along river drive empty plastic grocery bags fluttered and flapped from tree branches like lost battle surrender flags that line the drought-stricken river. Their interspersed clings reminded me of inundated levels this now anemic river reached; where once the floodwaters surged south along its journey to the sea its now imperceptive flow struggles, its intimate's exposed: river-bottom, water-worn rocks sit like petrified bowler hats.