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.