Then breaks a day
like an egg.
Sunshine in the pan,
golden bubble
clouded ‘round.
Crack us open
to bend rays of hope
on this new day.
May our joy
be easy over.
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4 responses to “Egg”
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My joy is always scrambled!
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I like my days to be well done.
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I agree. “My our days be easy over.”
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Amen
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Gerald the Writer 
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