like a loaf of bread
sitting in the pan
baking in the oven
to a golden tan

rising to the top
as the timer stops
a thick, hard crust
a lifted window

a honey gust
breezing through
like a pinto
and soft in the middle

as a pancake on the griddle
coated in a cactus syrup
as the buttered sun
melts into the trees

and the robin chirrups
and the dandelions sneeze
in parachute seeds
as dawn gives birth/another day

that I drink down
in my morning coffee
mixed with billowing clouds
sweetened as toffee