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Jenny George
Speckled egg, brown egg, or sky blue with black marks—
Having broken once, the world re-forms
in miniature.
Over and over, in the nest
between two limbs; in the hollow of crass
at a marsh edge.
It's relentless, the way it keeps trying
to return.
Joy
Joy
Joy
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