"...He tosses the rocks
     in a pile.
     They roll together,
     exchanging the names
     of men and women
     stories of wounds,
     a few notes of music
     stones know..." -- Mary Rose O'Reilley (Half Wild Poems).

The boy breaks the rocks
against each other, with the other,
the girl, and the report
is clean in the dry air.  Children
like the puffs of dust, as they will
always like the fate resounding.

{ [ ind del int f ( r ) d r d ( N , Z ) d r ] / ( d y ) }
= { [ pi q ( u ) d q ] / ( d u ) } .

They favor the incredible knowledge
gained by surgery; the rocks, using
glue, are reassembled.  The threads
converse with the skin.

Colors are gleaming, like healing, from
within.