poetry

morton’s fork

A fork in the roads that've splayed my way...

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.


2 comments on “morton’s fork

  1. Anonymous

    Your words are simply captivating

    Liked by 1 person

    • I appreciate that you’ve shared their resonance with you. I have written countless pieces over the years, many of which may never make it to this blog or publication; but, among them, this is one of my personal favorites. Thank you again!

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