its shell was cracked

after it smacked

against the counter top,

 

its insides were still unbroken,

its yolk still golden.

 

But I was halfway to the bin.

 

prepared to discard

with little regard.

 

Stopping because I was

thinking about how

 

I was halfway to the bin,

 

with its insides still unbroken

and its yolk still golden,

 

because its shell was cracked.

 

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