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Saturday, September 6, 2014

=The Egg Museum=



Today we went to the egg museum.
We saw the eggs;
they were mounted in exhibit cases
like little bald heads
in rows a hundred miles long.

Eggs of ideas 
no one ever thought,
eggs of loves undared,
words unspoken,
souls unhatched,
eggs of souls
that never took wing.

We mourned them.

Mixed in was the egg 
of a monster or two
we were lucky
to avoid.

We drifted silently
through the gift shop,
stopped at the restrooms,
and stood dazzled
in the parking lot
unable to speak, walk a straight line,
find the car, anything.

Above us,
the sky went on pretending 
to be nothing more than a sky.

Then we hatched
ravenous
for falafel.




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