Black and white like Bleached bone. Bitten. Thwarted. Unhoned edges scrape and Rasp. This last Remnant of what you were I will keep, use The same way. Brisk, scalloped, Many-hollowed, these Jagged spots of ebony are The dull pains of my heart. No seas now shingle This shore stone - I throw it Prone onto my desk As my surface waters break Freed from a different eye: An eye of blue; still misses you.next poem