Next

Next, to bend my silver spoon
to take off into my wild
to read the relative universe

played 77 keys
seen the tree leaves turn
in turns
south through the Midwest
and soon,

as the world has my nod,
it'll snatch me again
like a tablecloth from under fine China
without much fuss

bound for the sharps and the flats
for the west, and
for the west-becomes-east

for the moon
and the wild, filigreed, bendable
spoon