It's terrible to have only the vaguest memory of a poem that might be pertinent here. Mary Jo Salter has a book entitled A Phone Call to the Future, and I think it's the title poem of that volume I'm remembering. As I recall it, the poem dredges up memories of old technologies (like the rotary phone) that have become so obsolete they've slipped from daily consciousness. She makes use, I think, of the surprise of recalling them and of the reader's recognition of how much has changed in such a circumscribed set of habits.
Does anybody have that poem, or a link to it?
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