by Peter Goldsworthy
O practical
potato,
vegetable
most like earth,
among elegant asparagus,
intellectual zucchini,
you are unpretentiously
spud.
Tasting only like stone,
you have nothing to hide,
are merely functional,
a most puritanical root.
O wave your green flags,
democratic potato,
you are the equal
of any other
potato.
Last updated February 20, 2023