En Passant

1 February 2015

So to have become passed-
on, like so many pawn shop

pieces, waiting, in another
world, for the gleaners to re-

use, re-cycle, re-fashion.
But none of these parts

in the real world worth the
wound, alone—altogether

more than their warp, and
weft, their untold pattern.

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