A fork in the tongue of a crooked snake;
A fork of lightning in the dusky autumn sky;
A fork to winnow chaff from wheat to bake;
A fork driven in a dish of shepherd’s pie;
A fork to tune an upright playing astray;
A fork for a bothered wheelbarrow’s tire;
A fork in the roads that’ve splayed my way;
A fork in the river that swept me by her.