butter in a bowl

The taste of butter
warmed by the sun
is a taste that takes
a moment to know
and a lifetime to
reacquaint yourself with
when you’ve become
accustomed to the taste
of cold butter
pulled straight from the fridge.

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You might enjoy some other very short poems. Try “River Water” and “Grief Lament.”

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