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Rotting wrecks of another time lay beached
along the rocky shores of the Hudson.
Their decaying skeletons now worm eaten and covered in thick
green moss
is all that is left of another
time, another place.
Long ago their cargo was unloaded and their bones unceremoniously
abandoned.
Now only their carcasses remain in an ever-ending journey along
the river.
Even as they are assimilated by the world around them they remain
for a time,
a time of beauty and a time of
being.
A time to cause the wise to remember that someday, when our time
has run its' course,
we will all be rotting somewhere
along the river.
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