Seed Potatoes

We buried them in shallow graves,
eyes up, under leaves and compost.

Now come the rains, filtering
to their faces, reverse tears, you say.

If only we could drink in the sky
and make our own starchy joy.

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Published by

Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner

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