It’s our job to make art out of what’s left over.
Assertion, intention — sculpt the past’s remnants
scattered on the rocks;
Flotsam memories of vessels once afloat and whole.
We must make new marvels of what we find –
Stake and arrange our rock-strewn broken pieces
with whatever passion possible
Even as the waves lap up ever new wreckage.

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