There's a company that makes coat hangers.
As I pass its truck on the northbound interstate,
I wonder what sort of person handles scheduling
for 3-way-knot-in-the-wire production,
and where they go for professional certification.
My father told me Oreos are assembled
by continuous processes in a factory
with a friendly name and a friendly smell.
Other things: suit buttons, sewing needles,
dashboard knobs, these things are manufactured,
not farmed from strange plants in steel woods.
My amazement is misplaced - what I do is as strange,
turning tree sap and sand into vials and plugs,
but that seems too different from shoelace tips
to be meaningful to me. Shopping-cart wheels,
light bulbs, ice-cube trays, paper clips,
there's a good living to be made in zipper teeth.