A fork in the tongue of a crooked snake;
A fork of lightning in the dusk-autumn sky;
A fork to winnow chaff from wheat to bake;
A fork-driven dish of shepherd’s pie;
A fork to tune the keys playing astray;
A fork for the burdened wheelbarrow’s tire;
A fork in the roads spread-splaying my way;
A fork in the river that swept me by her.
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