The Pea Incident

It happened one night.

Supper to be.

The bag of frozen peas.

Slipped from tired hands.

All over the stove.

All over the floor.

Some in the pot

but more rolled out the door.

Days later

the broom still finds

a lonely last pea

swept up from behind

the fridge.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s