Fried Mushrooms | JD DeHart - A Poetry Website Featuring Poems by 21st Century Poets

Fried Mushrooms | JD DeHart

mother fried them
in butter
like everything else
they started as brown
and webbed
then were rolled
and carefully breaded
we ate them at the small
metal table
my father made for her
always patently
domestic in his gifts

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