Breakfast With My Yellow Lab Lucy
Wisping kitchen sunlight
through dust and wood smoke.
Golden hairs from her body
from a shake as she woke.
Rising up gently
slowly down as they float.
And brushing my oatmeal
with a fresh yellow coat.
Copyright © Charlie Knowlton | Year Posted 2018
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