All the King's Horses
You remember Humpty Dumpty,
that famous head case,
always wall falling,
always scrambling,
and wonder if you misplaced
his displaced noggin
until now jogged gently along,
pure Pysanky, laced with
delicate blue vein tracery,
albumen blown
to be carried by design
in your finest take care spoon.
Resisting the urge
to recount his fingers and toes,
cradle love
and walk fast with him
sunny side up
toward the finish line,
cracking jokes
on his hard shell,
your good egg.
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