There is a brick.
Old, used, dirty.
From a bathroom, a house, a wall,
Inside, outside, who knows.
But what was once solid, stable, full of purpose
Now, discarded, broken, useless.
Separated.
Forgotten.
Until today.
Today the brick was rediscovered,
Uncovered,
Recovered.
Reclaimed.
Rescued from the skip
From the pile, from the ground.
Reclaimed.
Reclaimed and chiselled and cleaned and reshaped.
Reclaimed and re-made.
Reclaimed and chosen and saved and tenderly loved.
A brick?
A humble old brick.
A new brick, for a new wall.
Mis-shapen, chipped, scarred.
A wall with reclaimed old bricks
Is patchy, odd, shabby.
Wonky.
Beautiful.
Reclaimed,
Redeemed,
and re-made.
The old made new.
The old made new.
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