Albany's Hudson

Look at the river. It laughs at the city, “You should do my bidding, there is no crossing me, your bridges will collapse, catch fire, erode and be swallowed, my beauty requires no beholder, make your choices better, love the river's edge, the river bed, the river who brings you to the other side, to the road to the ocean, the nearer you are to me, your homes on a sloping hill sliding down to my shore, your windows rising to the sun off my waters, your children’s eyes closed, their faces breathing in the fresh grass, the lush lawns, the ancient rails, the paths to the past, when the earth, the homeland, the water’s edge, the wise old ancestors, lived alongside me, peaceably allowing time to pass as it will so richly, until you sweetly pass on.”