After lunch I throw
the eggshell away.
In my pensive mood
I think of it as everyday
as the falling away
layers of living flesh
as we go about,
walking, thinking, writing.
As to the egg, I have
little knowledge to
respond philosophically.
Instead, I brush my teeth,
this habit of a lifetime
a kind of shell itself.
--
Andrew
http://hispirits.blogspot.com/
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