The world moves on, but combs have not.
I’d have to say, they’re rare that way:
A comb from nineteen sixty-two
Would feel at home in stores today.
A TV would feel out of place;
A radio would shrink from shame —
But combs can smile with all their teeth:
The world has changed, but they’re
The same
time we spent in packing boxes
all the things we kept for years
moving then from place to place
packing and unpacking boxes
mending them again to hold
stuff to fill new empty space
moving things around like ants do
in unceasing patterns trod
covering our bits of ground
all that’s left are boxes, boxes
what we did and meant to do
what’s been lost in what we
found
