A Ring of Red

Nearing the highway,

I wondered if I'd

Turned off the stove.

I washed the

Omelet pan and spatula.

Slid the fork in the dishwasher.

No question.

But the burner?

Indecisive.

Before the turn of

No return

I made a U and reluctantly drove home.

I would be late now,

All for my worry and faulty memory.

Where did it go?

How has something so simple become a

Handicap?

I saw smoke as I neared my neighborhood,

But my home seemed fine.

The stove was not glowing

A ring of red.

I am unsure what is most disturbing,

That it might have been on

Or that it wasn't.

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