Cleaning out closets I find
irregular wonders— Linen-
wrapped, someone’s chalky tooth
in an old jelly jar; rubber
ring under the lid now brittle
to the touch. Cash in pants
pockets! Folded diagram,
blueprint for a perforated
organ: in whose house does it
live now? Whose voices chorused
on this blanket, under stars?
Clever charts, discreet gauze
whose function was to staunch: do I
roll them to their terminal points?
Do I keep them, throw them out,
use them again? and what parts?
In response to Via Negativa: Proverbial.