They have their place of course,
though we look around them
for something with substance.
Unremarked, they hold up
our evidence, the pot
bought on our honeymoon,
the vase of middle age,
the family photos
or the hopeful spice rack.
They give us our orders,
how we must calculate
difficult questions.
And they mark the boundaries
that dispel confusion
and tap out a rhythm
when we've something to say
(a hug might be better)
in the warmth of the sun.
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