Breathe out poetry Tuesdays

October 4 – Poem #290

The moon is an egg in the pale blue sky,
floating low between glass bonded
buildings
a thousand year egg,
cracked and marked with
blackness –
it’s special, expensive, rotten,
and inedible.

Put it on the menu anyway.

Josee

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