Thursday, February 23, 2012


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.


1 comment:

  1. Childlike feelings of surprise and joy...I so enjoyed this one.