The Wooden Spoon
The Wooden Spoon Is there unspoken tension that simmers constantly On a low flame? The flame is so low that the sauce Barely needs a stir. The wooden spoon lays idly by, waiting for the chance To disrupt and soothe the simmering boils, But nobody speaks to it, nor of it. The spoon lays idly by knowing the inevitable. Either the flame goes out, or the sauce will burn.