Poem 25

skipping stones . .  . (
across a glossy sheen
 
) rising to a brim
inside-out, it expands—
plummets, and expands—
 
pouring and pushing,
lush and ringing,
 
inflated and saturated, but
not overbearing—   slowly smoothing into
 
glass-patterned surges;  cleft into channels
 
and broken)     with debris,