I was perusing catalogs of vintage vogue fashion
and admiring the quaint charm of flowy 50s dresses
and conservative 60s wear, but giggling at
the gaudy and eccentric styles of the 70s and 80s,
wondering how it all came about
and where it all ended.
Here come the waning of old trends
and the waxing of the new, the replacing
of one with another like the capricious moon
fretting over its glow and
extinguishing it, only have it rekindled.
The sea, too, follows the moon in its inconstance,
ebbing inward and carrying with it
erasure of the fads, then –
and without warning! –
the tides rush outward, bringing to the people
inclinations reborn, and so it continues.