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An Inheritance of Fragments
Upon reading John Mark Reynolds’ essay
“The Shattered Image of the Thirteenth Century”
We’re born as exiles in a castle’s ruins
And learn to play among long-fallen stones
We hold up shards of glass against the sun
Delighting in the colors falling through
Pendentives now bear up only the skies
Above twelve empty niches in a row
A prophet-wind sighs through an upper room
And fallen leaves decay on shelves collapsed
A gone-wild garden roams along the walls
And through an ancient arch an apple falls
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