EDGE
Approaching the edge
of an egg - white or tan shell,
I realize skin is easier.
It bends, stretches, survives
plops on couches or hard boiled seats.
Not egg shells. They have no face,
no eyes to read - no ears to hear.
So I prefer to approach the edge
of another - to sit with them - for more
than a one minute egg time frame -
to listen - to not be egg shell fragile -
but to be me - even though I’m thin
skinned and crack so easily. Smile!
© Andy Costello, Reflections 2017
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