@smokey That stanza from October is powerful, and salted is so the right word, with so many connotations in that context. And I like your analogy of salvaging barn doors. The bits and pieces I am posting do feel to me like "doors" of a sort, and I like the idea that, because they are fragments, I have even less control over what they open onto than I would in a finished poem, though there's not a whole hell of a lot of control in that case either.