A friend sent a pipe made <br />from petrified sea foam, <br />froth that was life’s first home. <br />A bearded craftsman’s blade <br /> <br />carved it into the face <br />of man: the progeny <br />of an amoeba, the <br />image of his race. <br /> <br />It sits for all to see, <br />like a bust on the shelf: <br />in-cognizant of self, <br />yet part of the same sea, <br /> <br />its beauty and its scars, <br />its yellow stain and reek, <br />the wrinkle on its cheek: <br />the stuff of dreams and stars.<br /><br />Leo Yankevich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/old-meerschaum-pipe/
