Rocks and more rocks
in bloom
on the stream bed.
(or stones, smoother,
yet hard as a rock)
The stream is so clear I can see them
all
in the tickling wind of the water,
laughing their slow belly-laughs.
From the edge of this well
defined stream,
streaming like a teeming streamer
I see them,
all these stones,
peering up,
agog,
at a scintillating blue ocean
of sky.