2011-09-24T23:53:56-07:00September 24th, 2011|Nature|

Ode to the potato

Humble round stone
of plainness
a little bit wet inside
like an eyeball
translucent skin
why are you so comforting
is it your reputation
for being ordinary
it isn’t your taste
bland like the echo
of something stronger
I like you best
when you are cool
just hatched from the earth
the perfect size
for the quiet grip
of my hand.

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