butter

your subtle beauty, 

your softness,

your smooth finish.

one could make from you 

in a few moments venus de milo or rushmore

or something rough in the style of rodin 

as they wished. placid and balmy yellow 

in the french bell you lay speckled 

with clear fresh droplets of dew. 

a morning martyr. a toast to your effortlessness,

your versatility, your simple grace.

toast! see what i did there?

Posted in response to the challenge Writing Workshop: Odes.

hanningy

PA

17 years old

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