There are No Eggs in a NY Egg Cream
Mary Leonard
Once, a mouse rang my typewriter bell
The wingman radioed bail out
Hide inside flowered sun hats
Arms and legs askew
Be careful of plaids running every which way
The wingmanradioed bail out
Comb with bones of wild beasts
Chirp like tiny birds
Put an X through friends' faces
Always check the expiration date
Inhale, cough sputter laugh
Chirp like tiny birds
My dad spouted out advice
like tooling colors into copper
In 1944, one could not find eggs in Leningrad
Mary Leonard lives in an old school house overlooking the Rondout Creek in Kingston, NY. Away from her own personal blackboard, she teaches writing workshops for all ages through the Institute for Writing and Thinking and the MAT program at Bard College.