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Sep 3
Clear pool turns
white

and browns at the
edges

as the yoke starts to
harden

and butter
sizzles and pops

scattering drops
some

do somersaults
while some

fall to their demise
surreptitious

or otherwise

it's the mind'sΒ Β attempt
to give shape

to a panful of
nonsense
Whit Howland
Written by
Whit Howland
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