Odd Egg
May 21, 2018
A wave breaks, it’s foam tendrils a running yolk
It’s deep dark yellow running blue
Swirling and twisting beneath the sun
To escape the scald which stretches toward it
Aching arms of butter and gold
The seafloor a shimmering pan on which to cook
A garnish of seaweed
A gentle meal
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