Waterstones
Submitted: 22/05/2012 14:52 BST
Between the stones, water in an oiled dance, old leaves pinned in eddies:
Dillon loops across, a pantomime-song-bouncing-ball of a boy.
Tia sings. Breath hangs, held by the calm cold,
and Stella, in my arms, settles warm as a good book.
Waterstones