Fencer’s foil, gauntlet and shoe

Strewn in the corner with bottles of glue,

Bookends and books and magazines due,

Odds and ends, with which we’re through.

Bicycles, wheels, pliers and screws

Particles of memory, old-fashioned news,

But in glazed window

Sweeps orderly light

Turning havoc to haven,

With prismatic might.