Warped Chopstick - Poem by Katharine Byrd
In a pack of plenty,
Bowed I stand out.
I am maimed, but not useless.
I am used to test the palate.
I confuse, confound and frustrate those who touch me.
Yet on they come, trying their ways to manipulate me.
I am good for many things,
But only encompassed for one.
© K. Byrd 2005
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