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Along the Hudson Pearly cataract sky hovers over listless creases of khaki water. The damp shore is rusted autumn under stripped spindly branches. Opaque melancholy boards the train and journeys with me the length of the river. No wonder headless horseman galloped near; dreary scene evokes dark fantasy. I envision childhood's home but gargoyles mock my loss of youth and beat my spirit. Who clings to me in a blind embrace of wrinkled fragility? Who is this woman? City looms, gone is the river; augury replaced for now by anticipation. I still yearn for memory's mother, but the precious old lady is sweet. |
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