Butter and Flutter and other mistakes: ” Sitting on Flowers ” , poem by Douglas Gilbert

Sitting On Flowers

I’ve buttered my toast again
though butter is bad, fluttering in saturated fat
because silly names make me fly
like a butterfly irrelevant on honey toast

There is some memory in toasted bread with marmalade
that once was served on a family outing
as if this treat were meant to taste like a love
too difficult to speak, an indoor substitute for
the flights of the bumble bee and the butterfly
because humans are too heavy to sit on flowers

—Douglas Gilbert