1998

Come, Muse, let us sing of Velcro,
teabags and the Tetrapak.
For these too are works of nature,
as deserving of our praise

as dawn light on the Half-Dome,
hare tracks in overnight snow
or a fine French derailleur,
and will join the astrolabe

and toasting fork in old films
and stand on plastic trivets in museums,
giving off that low hum
of the long dead.