Eggs
Thought about over thirty years of Easter eggs
done up in a thousand different ways.
Finding late in the evening that the dregs
of eggs were spoiled and quickly to Safeway
to buy a few dozens to boil and dry,
then wax and dip and batik and paste
and make a mess, oops!, forgot to fix dye,
run to get some vinegar, have to waste
a few experiments that went awry,
oh well, we will just have to eat them with
some salt and pepper, then with quiet sly
steps throughout the house in greatest mirth,
in semi darkness hide the little oval
messages of love to be found by all.
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