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.

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