has fallen
in 24 hours
the water furious
plumes and cascades
forcing through
the rocks
pulverising
the stones below
who watch
nearly worn away
next year
they will be gone
nearer the top
hatchet nosed and angry
facing the full force
shouting silently
in water roaring debate
they face
the sawmill
of corrosive water
worn into angrier form
bared teeth
and wild eyes
their argument
continues
lower down
in swirling pools
algae grows
feeding dippers
birds and fish
as the rage relents
it sparkles
encouragingly
salmon spawn
herons angle
until the rain
comes again...