In that pool, right there,
we told the stranger,
you can see them,
the great fish
spawning in winter
when the rains come.
That morning a brown haze dimmed the sun,
ashes fell from the sky
through air still and hot.
When the water comes down the creek,
the fish move up from the sea to spawn.
When the rains come,
if.
This article appears in Crash.