Poem: Making Butter

Making Butter

Words flow slow
trickle or fast
whole milkfall
into awaiting bucket.

Pasteurized
thoughts
stir into a semblance.

Write it.
Cap it,
Then shake.
Time makes it
frothy,
coagulates.

Skim milk
strained
into memory jug
for cooking.

Roll against the cream
in the bowl.
Experience washes
over it again and again.

Do not overwork
or it will become waxy
without voice.
Do not underwork
or it will be diluted.

Inspired by actually making butter with heavy cream in a jar. Thanks Patricia.

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