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Saturday, November 27, 2004

Egg

My shell, translucent
yet opaque
I am rounded
full and shaped
to be cradled

I am an egg
in your arms
squeeze too tight
and cracks appear

don't drop
unless into flame
of your open
burner

so that I might
sizzle
ready to eat.