Hudson
moon shines over and blows on the hudson
a shimmering ribbon blue white on the chop
a few boats near the shore
magnificent houses in this old town
from time before history
as I sit knees to chin on the church steps
mild early fall moments
music in the air all around
gnarled century trees
sentinals of farmers, authors and headless men
lovers by the shore have stood beneath them
bathed in the river musk
that carries me now
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