Potato Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Potato



Potato

Under sink, in basket, potatoes were sheltered
Time passed and, they unseen, uneaten, were ignored
Place damp, and calm-warm
Nature said, time to bear, multiply
And they did.

Life lines long, white or beige
Travelled everywhere.

Unlike past in the farm
To my nose they smelled
My place, single room, is small.

Potatoes, samples of beauty in nature
Have ended in trash.

What a waste is city
Show the way to village.

Sunday, March 29, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: city
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