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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