A boy a and bowl of water
Sit on the kitchen counter
Swaying the shell of a hardboiled egg.
He looks at his reflection
While his mother seeks permission
Slips, a folder in the backpack
With a brown-bag lunch.
Look, he says, a boat!
The Tropicana tab, it floats
Above the eggshell,
And a shipwreck she knows.
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