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The Tuross River

(listening to Solomon playing Beethoven sonatas)

The river is not the
sea; it speaks another 
tongue, a regional 
dialect thick with inflectives.
The river cuts time into
ribbons, marking moods with
a slow second hand; in a minute
the river has thought 
through several lifetimes.

Beethoven's sonatas suit
these lights; conversation 
more nuanced than 
the shouting of the sea.
And Solomon's quiet
well-tempered hands match
each to each, the river's
improvisation of dark, of light.

The Canberra Times, April, 2003