The Egg Lifts
Spiked with skis akimbo perched
in paltry metal pouches strapped
to fragile shells, the egg lifts march
from pylon to pylon. An extra-large
breakfast production line sways
and rattles ninety feet above snow-dusted rock,
a snap from omelette. Hunched within,
I am yolk.
NaPoWriMo 2005, April 4
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Haaa...that's so cutely
Haaa...that's so cutely funny. They make me nervous too.
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"I think it's bigger than books when reality steps in. She's a gun with a gun." 7Mary3
Thanks, Strobelight. Glad
Thanks, Strobelight. Glad you enjoyed it.
brilliant
this might possibly be the best poem i've read on everypoet - congrats!! really fantastic, i thoroughly enjoyed it
Many thanks! B
Many thanks!
B