Boy play by the river

Eleven twelve thirteen

Yet not enough stones

One shoe still float

No stone could sink it

Deep enough

Violet signals

It could be a star

Or a spaceship

Light on and off

Eight nine  then a pause

Ten

Searching in groups

In pairs  trees and creek

Going east west south

North star holding still

A boy looks at his hand

Lights on

Somehow he can see right through it