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.


S t o p p i n g.

because I started

thinking about how


I was halfway to the bin,


with its insides still unbroken

and its yolk still golden,


because its shell was cracked.


© Hudson Biko







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