Poems from the
Inside
Seek
the light of day . . .
Who said that?
does not come
with the form of butter,
though that has happened once
and it was long ago.
We are out of oil.
Turn me sideways.
I could get fairly crude.
O Yes, that has happened once;
yesterday - maybe more.
Let's burn butter.
© D. Winter
November 10, 2007