This poem is taken from PN Review 12, Volume 6 Number 4, March - April 1980.
Eight PoemsThis spoon fell out
Of my mother's mouth
Before I was born,
But I was endowed
With a tuning fork
THE FOOT
As streams spread
Through a delta
Veins on the instep
Reach the toes
The foot flows
IN MY DIGS
Caked in a glass
That is clear
Yesterday's dregs
Tell me the past
Happened here
WALKING STICK
This stick springs
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