Caramel

Caramel

She assumes the feeling:
sweet butter lost
in brown sugar broth

stretched across her abdomen:
caramel. She counts
striations of light

sifted by curtains,
morning bird song chatter
in cicada over-ride.

She waits for the whirl
of candy reaching temperature,
balling in water, done

not a second more:
the timing
to rise out of bed,

to place each foot
exactly so that the day will
be well formed:

stretched and lithe
and buttered
caramel.

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