Connie Wanek 's poem Butter starts in a modern day kitchen but takes us to a time of Butter Molds. When the subject is common, the time dimension adds texture to the poem.
The first line 'Butter like love' now wants me to go back in time to love of that time too.
She has written on peaches and garlic. On a note similar to the peaches poem, I read of an apples poem.
The first line 'Butter like love' now wants me to go back in time to love of that time too.
She has written on peaches and garlic. On a note similar to the peaches poem, I read of an apples poem.
