So one poem is done, to accompany my friend’s online horror novel at Royal Road (https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/57636/the-gods-of-ghost-river). It turned out ok, a poem about the titular Ghost River. I’ll post it, though it won’t make total sense unless you’ve at least started reading the book. But maybe it will be enjoyable on its own.
I realized only a few minutes ago that it sounds like a previous poem of mine, another commission for the San Pedro Creek Cultural Park from when I lived in San Antonio a few years back. So both river poems written for someone else, which is odd. Strange coincidence.