Two plastic eggs
On a fake china plate
Two embryos
Vying for life in a petri dish
Two ideas
Whose time has yet come
Waiting for life to be breathed into them
Like a man that is way past his prime
Socks sagging around his ankles
Shuffling feet
Heading no where fast
Walking to the end of the line
Waiting
Waiting for a visitor that never comes
The night is long and lonely
Two eyes
Staring up from a wrinkled face
Two eyes
Two plastic eggs
Sunny side up
Living yet dead.
