Women And Milk Poem by James McLain

Before it was) it(,
it knew milk flowed both ways.
Does not a few the rail, a one in twenty rivers
of the world flow north.
Not always south, into a jug to sea
an ocean swelled.
Know then you, the she of grace into a woman
soft she steps in to his rivers, misty thick,
soft covered shore in stores on sale today.
Butter goes with bread, as the oven goes with dough.
It was on the test last week, with Juliet.