Hudson
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I remember when I took a train to the city
Half way through the journey the train stopped along the Hudson.
And just for a moment I looked out on the empty expanse of water
The rippling reflection of the sky
Cages thrown deep into the Hudson
The fishermen smoke stogies on the pier
I fear- that I might get sick
for the air is thick with the stench of smoke and chum
It stabs at my nostrils on my morning run
