Eggs

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Roger Duvoisin

EGGS

I had this sudden

Urge to be in the car

Driving, not just sitting

Here—Pull out! The voice

Said, keep on, no more turns,

Leave this life: Into the horizon,

To disappear…to reappear on the

Same road—arriving home happy,

Eggs in hand, cracking—all hatching.

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