The color is at least a brown,
though it shades a bit of red
with purple tones at corners
and the interlocking tab.
A protruding sense of purpose
it contours like jagged bone
meant to match in synchrony
maneuvering to its own.
And yet, uniqueness hems and flanks
the space, the opening it takes
and turning ’round the key
will not fill disparate gapes.
So left then, is a scenic -rude-
all unveiled and bit-by-bit
assembled there in lots and cast
and there one piece does not fit.
All solving will not cure the form
inside this pale, imperfect zone
of puzzle pieces. Looking close
a wealth of hues and shapes, its own.