Kintsugi

Afterwards the pieces lay shattered,

Some I couldn’t tell from the dust,

I picked up those that mattered,

Even those covered with rust.

I couldn’t remember how they fitted,

I mended one then another,

I found they all knitted,

Melded somehow now renewed together.

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Andrew James Whalan