Each of us has broken things,
accidentally.
In a shoebox ignored but kept,
rattled from apartment A to E,
fine cracks form, widen, form anew.
Things already relegated by uselessness,
or unique and rare usefulness
we only realize with need,
we find in pieces,
a practical puzzle I guess,
says the optimist;
but practice and time says the realist;
how puzzling says the pessimist,
possible though.
Possible though.
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