The farmer yodels,
“Free-range chickens.”
Selling jumbo brown eggs
with shells smooth as baby’s skin.
Proletariat protein
for 4 bucks.
I buy.
I walk home daydreaming:
sunny side-up,
Taylor ham,
whole wheat toast,
butter and jam.
Blindsided by a bicyclist
carton a-flyin’.
Eggs away!
Explode on pavement.
“All the king’s horses
and all the king’s men ….”
Humpty Dumpty redux.
©T.Puma/MMXI
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Childlike feelings of surprise and joy...I so enjoyed this one.
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