They're lying out of sight,
Deep beneath the surface,
Deep in the frozen earth,
waiting.
It might be years,
It might be decades
hidden,
But they're there,
Waiting for the light,
Waiting to be found.
unknown
Until that moment
When they're seen,
When they're recognised,
discovered;
They've always been there.
This moment has come.
This moment has always been
here.
3 comments:
Would you like me to bake your potatoes?
I never thought a poem about potatoes could interest me quite this much. Its like there is far more going on, like they are some higher life form lying in wait to unearth themselves and take over the world!
They're deep, potatoes. And they keep coming back in the middle of your flower beds when they were just planted in the first place to clean the soil, dammit!
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