This river flows north between two
major southbound watersheds.
This river flows into a creek,
Rondout, before emptying at the mouth.
This river is so polluted
no one is permitted to swim.
This river used to flood the Black Dirt
Region, sending billions of onions to NYC.
This fiver flows between my wife’s
old job and the cemetery.
This river is crossed by hundreds
of roadways, footpaths, and viaducts.
This river we walked along in
the snow during last wretched winter.
“This river actually has thick ice!” you shouted
at me from the snow covered center.
“This river still runs beneath!” I shouted
back nervously from the bank.
This river is at flood stage today
after the thunderstorms and rain.
This river swirls beneath the high bridge
and low bridge, this river is not the same.
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