It’s a bright day today and the river gleams silver in the sunshine. I have yet to finish a poem I have been writing for months on the dead fish of the Hackensack, but today I thought of posting one of gratitude for the Marshlands, for the river and for the Menhaden of the Atlantic that seek succour in the salty waters.

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The river spans her marshy hand like the veins of an afterlife / She reaches to engulf the salty tears of a despondent ocean / for the Menhaden of the Atlantic to find succour in her estuarine comfort / surge into a new life like Moses in the reeds / a resurrection of spirit / a rebirth //

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The poem I am yet to write is about a lack of oxygen in the waters due to various environmental factors that had caused a deluge of dead fish earlier this year. It needn’t have had to be this way …