Egg-head

This grandmother is an egg-head
Without a grandfather, now in air.

She sits on muddy river bank with
Her stainless steel bowl to collect

A few glistenings at  shiny bottom,
So stomach will have a glistening

At a bottom of the growling night.
She is a stranger, this side of river.

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