Yes, and this isn't about which came first. About inception. And, of course, who doesn't hear yolk in yoke.
The egg is miraculous in its myriad of formats. And consistency. Sometimes obvious.
Sometimes blended to mere invisibility. But present. Now, consider hybrid writing.
lickety split and then out the door
ReplyDeletesome trace of evening stays 'til dawn
and all them stumbles up the cobbles
to find a pint of beer
tarry not says the village
danger in the doorway
the sink all full of morning
& no one else is home