with calm precision

 

shuttling between bowls, separating whites from

gleaming oval yolks; shells serve as vessels

to divide up contents: fair and square

 

my mind wanders in the middle of a mindless

act of separation, around boxes

filled to be emptied into a new home: the intention

to make it all feel familiar

 

as if two halves could be made whole again

 

firm, but fragile yolks pass between my hands

still seeking to govern movements,

 

minimize loss

 

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he had no comeliness to attract us

 

see the beauty

in debris, here on the forest floor—

living, multi-coloured cast-offs:

leaves, needles, clumps making soil, warming seed;

the sacrificial part of the whole, severed

to preserve new life—

 

in the Spring, raise up what

we didn’t see

 

before we sat among the debris

 

 

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