I walked in the ravine, took
photographs, watched yellow
flowers in the dark water streaming,
listened to a solitary crow objecting
to my presence as I came up
the hill to where many lost their
fingers for leather - and thought
of you, lost, like the cold water
streaming ever down, dark,
from the dam gates.
06.-07.06.2023
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