columbine, columbine
Spoiler! :
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egg hunting
eggs: warm
and smooth as bedpans.
straw bristles brooms, musty –
the hens slightly alarmed
and cooing their avian
vowels.
we steal among them
at dawn, warming our hands
under their broods –
the sun splits the horizon open
like a peapod and
we stumble out.
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