The river water
runs high and fast.
Unknown depths,
cloudy murk obscuring
what is usually
so clear.
The season
is changing.
The high tide
lifts debris that has
been stuck since the last
spring storms
and carries it away.
In the run-off and rain
new biodiversity are
introduced, seeds from
places never seen here
downstream.
The land alters under
the authority of this new flow
the landscape – forever changed.
Not better, not worse, but new.
Talitha Fraser
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