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.