NORTH POND, PEA ISLAND
Smooth, cold
a stone skips
the pond’s silk.
Riffles weave
outward. Gravity catches
the rock. When it’s pulled
to the depths, no circles
mark its passing.
Wellspring
Poems by Barbara Brooks
NORTH POND, PEA ISLAND
Smooth, cold
a stone skips
the pond’s silk.
Riffles weave
outward. Gravity catches
the rock. When it’s pulled
to the depths, no circles
mark its passing.
Wellspring