There is an open box in my workshop
With loose screws and bolts to reuse someday
It is always there as a place to drop
Any such hardware that becomes a stray.
When I have a job for a screw or two,
I go to this tray to see what I find.
With hundreds of pieces for me to paw through,
A jigsaw puzzle it brings to my mind.
I spend many minutes 'til I recognize
The parts required for the latest chore.
I stir through the screws of every size,
Worse when I find one but really need four.
At times like that I say I should sort these
Into sets to speed any future hunt.
A small jar of wood screws to scan with ease
Without machine screws my eyes to confront.
So yesterday, the hours I indeed spent
Making the piles to divide bolt from screw.
Handfuls divided into their cans sent
And then again in smaller piles they grew.
It's a little corner set in order
From my life of general disarray.
My tendencies on mania border
Rarely ever to throw anything away.
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