A ring

I want to be given a ring
with a cracked glass stone
that catches the sunlight in lines of fire,
that chimes upon metal with a faint broken sound,
that leaves a band of new-leaf green to circle my finger,
just above my knuckle,
that I’ll wear on a chain ‘round my neck
when the giver has left me –
along with the rest of my rings
with cracked glass stones.