The boy on a bicycle
speeds by in a blur, as
a paper airplane drifts
over the dog, curled up,
falling asleep, and
the egg sitting
on the counter
waits patiently
to be cracked open,
like the sun suddenly
rising in the morning.
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Author:
Vipassana (
Offline) - Published: February 1st, 2026 18:46
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Comments2
Pinch and a punch for the first day of the month! Loved the transitioning and movement of imagery of 'this moment.' A Fave 🤩🕊️🙏
thank you, sir
Most welcome, dear poet 🕊️🙏
I like how you tied this scene back together with the egg. Very nicely done in great style
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