In the east the risingĀ  sun
took the long and narrow clouds
hovering over the trees
and turned them into bacon strips
laid out in a frying pan
just before the sizzling time.


And when those strips began to fade
a yolk appeared and rose
to beĀ  a sunny side up enticement.


When all that disappeared
I turned to face the west
where coffee colored clouds
were evident and prevalent.


And I began to salivate
while taking in the sky.

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