Ode to the Rillito River

Rillito Rillito
Oh River of sand
The only sign you ever lived
is a dent in the desert land.
South of the Foothills
you mark this land
with crows feet
on the face of an ancient man.
North of Ol Pueblo
how will we know,
which way you flow?

Without the rain you flow
East and West the same.
Maybe we will never meet,
your message is your fame.
Ode to you: River of no water.
Keep us guessing at your might.