Each egg is a gift
Pushed out with pain
And squawking
I dress them up
With salt and cheese
Savor each soft bite
The shells are red, tan
Coral, cream
Even blue
Together, they pass
The life they might have had
To me
A little detour
On their way
To something new
I get these chicken eggs at Big E's supermarket in Easthampton, MA. They're from Cold Spring Ranch in Southampton, MA and a sticker on the carton calls them "happy hillbilly eggs." They're delicious and, as you can see, beautiful. The different colors remind me that each one came from an individual.
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