What if I were the leash
held by a person, tugged by a dog,
trying hard to keep it all together.
Then again, I might be a library book
snug between my covers, relaxing on a shelf,
only to discover within me lies a pregnant pause
and I’m overdue.
I might wish to be silverware,
maybe a shiny spoon, plunged into delicious ice cream,
just my luck
I’d be a fork in the road.
working in the hot sun while slippery shoes
balance on the edge of Oops.
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