This Means Nothing

The water is clear today.

I have walked dry-leaf concrete and shaded earth, heard the whirr of a kereru crashing loose branches and seen at every waterway, under the sparkle, the stream-rustle, the green swell of the Manawatu, the singular shape of each pebble.

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For anybody reading this who isn't actually in New Zealand, a kereru is a kind of wood pigeon. It is green and white and flies like a pig. The Manawatu is a respectable river.