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2020-06-29T11:52:37-04:00June 24th, 2020|Musings on life|

Butter on toast

There are enough poems
about love so this one
is about butter on toast
and how it puddles
in the potholes
so much that I can tilt it
and the butter
rolls like a river
into my mouth
which as I confess
this all to you
I realize
it’s no use,
I am writing
about love
after all.

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