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Buttercups

Here’s the first poem I had published back in 1988 (Touchstone mag, Viterbo College in LaCrosse), “Buttercups” (another odd childhood thing I did: Tasting buttercups in the the grass, hoping for butter). I rewrote it today, ruined it, then decided I liked the orig. better (with a couple minor revisions). I’m fleshing out a collection of published and not-yet published work. Started an outline today. One section is “As a child”. Is this a good enough poem for a collection? I opted for no punctuation. Does that work?

Buttercups

Sitting on moist morning grass,
sun hot on my hair,
I pick a palmful of buttercups

lick them to taste the butter
I taste creamy, salty sun
butter dripping over theatre popcorn

a sweet yellow river
runs the edge of a mountain
of mashed potatoes

gold beads soak through
yeasty holes of steaming bread,
almost too hot to slice

sitting here, watching the sun
melt buttercups

 

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