What About The Bun? (11/2)

"When I was driving home tonight
The trees looked like a condiment stand.
'Mustard yellow, ketchup red
Fading green of pepper relish
A hot dog's earthy brown.'"
"But what about the bun?"
"You're right, there should be a bun.
How about 'Branches brown like a hot dog bun'?"
"Yes, that's better.
May I be excused now?"
"Yes Ravi, you're excused."

Like the geese forming their ragged vees
And wending their way to the south.
His mind so like mine, but his words emerge
From the image of his mother's mouth.