Walt Whitman Finds Inspiration In His Cutlery Drawer

Good tines
bad tines
a tine for every purpose under heaven

no, that’s not it

let the good tines roll

no, that’s not it

a penny for your forks

no that’s not it

a shaft of evening sun light
strikes a tarnished spoon
and flares in Walt’s left eye
he sees a road
he sees a fork
he sees a fork in the road

that’s it, he exclaims,
that’s it……
I should really get rid of that spoon.

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