With its curves and neat dip

the spoon guides what I need

to my mouth. It prides itself

on this rich service, makes itself

beautiful in roundness.

Voluptuous, Rubenesque utensil,

unique link between mineral

vegetable and animal,

holding contradictions in itself.

Of course it stirs and it ladles,

even hangs like a pendulum

from some noses. The inner life

of the spoon is varied,

but its heart belongs to that moment,

yes, that instant, of circular awe

when mouth open and ready

joins spoon and its cargo of hope.

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