THE HAPPY BROWN HOURS

Air sweet with molasses

Or maple syrup

Sunday mornings

Warm and smooth to the touch

As pancakes

Spiced, bright with the chirp

Of bacon crisp and crunchy

Cool bedded dreaming

Bright with sparks

Of tree bark tickles

Hugs sun-warmed in fur

Wet with dog tongues

Snickers of hippos’

Twittering ears,

Elephants rolling

In the laughter of dust

The happy hours of brown

Warm and spicy

Bright and sparkling

The slippery muds of memory

Caked in giggles

Forever over-crusted fresh.

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