2008 was the international year of the potato.
in praise of the potato
Potato, sojourner north, first sprung
from the flanks of volcanoes, plainspoken kin
to bright chili and deadly nightshade,
sleek eggplant and hairy tobacco,
we could live on you alone if we had to,
and scorched-earth marauders never bothered you much.
I love you because your body's a stem,
your eyes sprout, and you're not in the Bible,
and if we did not eat your strength,
you'd drive it up, into a flower.
david williams
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