a fried egg with a face

Two Plastic Eggs

Two plastic eggs

On a fake china plate

Two embryos

Vying for life in a petri dish

Two ideas

Whose time has yet come

Waiting for life to be breathed into them

Like a man that is way past his prime

Socks sagging around his ankles

Shuffling feet

Heading no where fast

Walking to the end of the line


Waiting for a visitor that never comes

The night is long and lonely

Two eyes

Staring up from a wrinkled face

Two eyes

Two plastic eggs

Sunny side up

Living yet dead.

Fabulous at 50 living and writing in Appalachia

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