Egg On My Face

Egg on my face was
the thought that ran
through my head as
I worked on this piece…

A yellow promise of brightness.

 The first burst of Spring.

Ducks quacking in the yard.

Newly laid eggs for the table.

And the warmth of the sun on my face.

We’ll see where it goes before I am finished.

Have an eggalish weekend.

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