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By Clifton Snider

I have been one
hit by an egg in Taos, New Mexico,
walking a two-lane, lightless
residential street at night,–
my black windbreaker splattered
with fragments of shell stuck on,
yolk and whites, my glasses too,
camera case, leg & shoe.

I blame an SUV
or rather a restless kid
in this beautiful one-paseo town,
cruising with his buddy
equipped to cure their boredom
with an egg, organic I suppose
(this is Taos, after all). He threw
it at the first stranger passing by,
threw it hard as a baseball
just above my heart.
–22 August 2005

from Moonman: New and Selected Poems,
World Parade Books, 2012

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