The talebearer in the wasteland
pays attention to cake, its undercurrent,
the moonbeam sidewalk of batter.
The waterline (batterline) rises in the pan,
a storebought aluminum throwaway.
Cake before sunup: That’s the imperative;
even the coffeemaker understands.
Prompts: Imaginary Garden with Real Toads (compound words) and NaPoWriMo (food).
Marilyn Rauch Cavicchia 
Cake before sunup sounds good to me! Delicious piece!
Thanks, De!
I love the imagery here.
Thanks, Jennifer!
Give me cake to start my day.. To sugurrush, to sugar rush
Yes, indeed! Especially if someone else is baking it and will bring me a slice with my morning coffee. A real treat.