A shadow but with brittle bones, willowy muscles, fingertips chestnut-brown like the tobacco you dip, ambering your teeth, but where is your agate-blue left eye plunked from its socket in a whiskey-filmed fall while alone with your dogs? Daddy, toss me once more into summer skies free from the earth’s dark pull with no fear of falling back, back to our  sunburned yards, back to the paint-chipped porches, back to the beginning, oh Daddy, please take me back between your Navy-tatooed arms, millwright-rippled as steel, formed by carrying your dented toolbox to foul-smelling paper mills, check-pointed chemical plants, skyscraping aluminum factories, hundreds of miles along the Ohio before the decades whittled you down, back when your Cat’s Eye was envied by all the boys in town, and later when your hope clung for a whole family, not scattered like the nicked marbles of your boyhood, back when your handshake was iron-firm before you sit now marooned in a beige swivel recliner, before you lost your mibster marble eye.