The Daily Palette Vintage

Soup Spoon

How perfectly its crescent
fits my lip, my tongue
a shining sword delivering
Cheerios in the morning
or chicken noodle at noon.

Each slender spoon a spine
etched with vertebrae
in circular scrollings—
its edges smoothed
like the side of a nickel.

One of a snuggled row
in their third of the drawer
whose clinking retrieval
always signaled snack:
leftover goulash or ice cream

straight from the carton.
The closest we ever got
to setting the table:
the bachelor's bowl,
the spoon's spoon.

The Daily Palette Vintage


Kim Groninga teaches in the English department at the University of Northern Iowa. Her poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in Jabberwock Review, The Briar Cliff Review, 100 Words, and others.

This page was first published on November 2, 2007.

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