photo by The Rambling Crow

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Walking On Egg Shells

I believe spring is breeding season,
or someone has designed a poor
practical joke of scattering egg shells across
my back yard. I’m afraid my dog will eat them.
I’m afraid I’ll find a bird kicked from its nest,
on an absent morning, and be compelled to take it in.
My wife tells me she wants a child.
I think it must be the that time of year for her too—
I wonder if it’s something in the air, or how the birds chirp—
but I just bought a coat and I don’t think
I’m ready for winter to be over yet.

 

 

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Connor Bjotvedt is a Graduate student at Spalding University. He was awarded the Charles E. Bull for Poetry by Northern Arizona University where he received a BA in English. His work has appeared in Rain Taxi, Straylight Literary Magazine, Haiku Journal, and The Wayfarer.