Growing Potatoes
Soil trickles through fingertips, black rain.
Potatoes -- porous looking, misshapen.
Texture and colour of whicker --
Rough. They lay lazily in the black rain
Waiting for birth.
Potatoes -- porous looking, misshapen.
Texture and colour of whicker --
Rough. They lay lazily in the black rain
Waiting for birth.
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