Trio

You head out early to buy a well-deserved treat. 

A rude driver cuts you off, but you don’t honk.

The person you hold the bakery door for

beats you to the last six cream-filled donuts.  

Your cream-filled donuts. 

You sigh and settle for bundt cake, which you 

carefully place on the passenger seat.

As you drive off, a pothole bounces the cake

to the floor—where yesterday’s compost spill lies. 

But still, you smile. You’ll be home soon, 

enjoying the Trio’s silent song.