MILKY WAY: A POETRY COLLECTION - A SPOON WHO THOUGHT IT WAS A SWORD

I fight daily—63Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrqJfXC496q
whether as a hobby or a humble chore.63Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTa0UGvMCwl
Not every battle is fought upon a battleground.

The fork burst into laughter.63Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGL1MPFiwQp
"Daydreaming again, my friend? One doesn't have to be that blunt."

"I am no less than a sword," the spoon replied. "Say what you will.63Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡU1qgB7ZSJ7
At least I do not prick. What's the difference between you, needles, and pins?"

The fork rattled in protest.63Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDjiSOwmVQT
"A sword?" it scoffed. "You're a spoon."

"And yet I rescue. I serve. I carry warmth to trembling hands.63Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqiylFXVJ3N
A sword leaves wounds. I leave people fed."

"You need sleep," said the spatula at last. "Such fantasies can be exhausting.63Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoMe4VdpxTU
Sometimes I wonder whether we're even kin."

The spoon smiled.63Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOJrR35nk2u
"Perhaps.63Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡN4PFTJrCDv
But we are what we choose to be."

The fork sighed.63Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1RqEINxTDd
"Then choose to be useful.63Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGRo7lyDola
The soup is getting cold."

The spoon paused…63Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfMr8it0Xhe
then dipped into the bowl.

"A knight reports for duty."

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