Art at the Dump, When Once Is Not Enough
Nothing here is irrevocable,
Although beauty now comes
In shards and shatters,
And requires the curious eye
And the lightly strung mind to make anew.
Things thrown this away and that
Are now redeemed, the broken edges placed just so,
Just so we can find the old way and the old story
Retold once again
Reset both new
And yet still true.
~Aha! There you are
We meet again oh pickle jar
I sent you on your way it seemed
But here you are almost redeemed
And sometime soon there is no doubt
You once again will come about.