too-early

Strawberry lips

Create a butter smile

To smooth over

The nearly straight, kind of crooked

White bread teeth,

Honey dripping

Making tiny puddles in the dirt below,

Deep enough for the tiny ants

Of Kayak Colony

To drown in.

A breakfast-for-dinner

Sunset,

That imitates it's cousin, a too-early-to-care

Sunrise,

Only he's falling in the wrong direction.