King River

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King River

We relax in the evening light

on his fluid banks

The William Hovell dam

tames him until

like the young girl in the park

he defiantly tumbles over the spillway

where he reaches his valley

too weak to fight rocks he once tore from the hills.

Today he playfully polishes

marble-round those too heavy to move

into mobile hides

for trout to mock the stealthy angler.

He tugs at the reeds

and questions why Hovell

disliked the name the Pangerang people used,

Poodumbia, or that of her twin sister -Torryong.

The King and the Ovens rivers coldly

steal the story -and gender – other voices should tell.

Once the home of the bandicoot, koala, and platypus

Sangiovese grows on old tobacco fields

marsh grasses sway on a zephyr

beside her freely flowing stream

our water mirrors smoky coloured clouds overhead

for fish to hide in dark spiralling eddies.

slow birds circle tall tree tops,

scan nighttime roosts,

and puzzle aloud the same query

Why the name changes buddy?

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