Snatches gathered like fish,
Netted from dark corners,
Some bright, some dullish,
Quiet whispers,
Sparkling laughter,
Snagged together,
Into a new picture,
That he has made his own,
From discarded remnants,
Clever observations,
Sad situations,
They are all caught,
Re-assembled, re-used,
Like coloured tessera,
Into a new picture.
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