It's an interesting technology, the spoon.
The morphology of the hand and the spine
(and the knowledge of time)
sometimes too soon
require a table to sink behind
and still stretch the reach.
As even a little bubble finds level,
spoon can be anvil or shovel.
A level illusion on a curved sheet.
Spoon carries eggs or the bleach,
spoon scoops the halloween treat.
Somebody may teach
that a measure only reminds
of the rough tenancy of a pleasure.
A table, a tea, an eighth of each
Are weights we just can't meet
were it soup or treasure.
Friday, July 12, 2019
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