The Scent of Breakfast Sunlight
It takes a while
for milky corn flakes to turn mushy,
I brews more coffee
watch the sun
prying apart the plastic blinds
just with the power
of its is muscular light.
My black lab sticks a wet nose into my crotch.
Now it’s trying to sniff my backside
through the wicker seat of the chair
tail wagging happily.
By now the corn flakes
are just right.
Sunlight has come to rest
upon a countertop.
Content that his master
is as smelly as ever
the big dog relaxes
on the cool kitchen floor.
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