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Collie River Fishing

A poem I wrote some time ago reflecting on an afternoon and evening spent river fishing.

Western Australian river

Western Australian river

Collie River Fishing

the river slips by, unhurried
rain-swollen and muddied
washing a brackish tide
to sea

waterbirds dive and swim,
skimming effortlessly over
the silvered river glass

mist rises like a shroud
to soften the greying twilight air

cold feet,
cold fingers test the line
waiting for bream
that do not bite

till day fades to
cold blackness
sparkling with winter stars
and fisher-folk
chilled but peaceful
rise to go.

© 2021 Nan Hewitt

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