Near Robert E. Lee’s Headquarters

My brother William takes down
the paper Bayeux Tapestry
draped along the beige walls
of our quality inn,
carefully folding the lame rendition
of colored woolen yarns.

Too much entropy
he said.

Outside, the frosty rail-cut
trembles with each passing train.

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