No Cake Today

Written for:  Poetic Asides #450 – Write a something goes wrong poem.

for some
cake baking
ingredients. Bag
was heavy to hold as she walked
to her car. Keys were at bottom of her shoulder bag.
Shifted sack to fish for her keys. Paper bag ripped. In parking lot lay one
     dozen smashed eggs.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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