Ode to a Potato

by Peter Goldsworthy

Peter Goldsworthy

O practical
potato,

vegetable
most like earth,

among elegant asparagus,
intellectual zucchini,

you are unpretentiously
spud.

Tasting only like stone,
you have nothing to hide,

are merely functional,
a most puritanical root.

O wave your green flags,
democratic potato,

you are the equal
of any other

potato.





Last updated February 20, 2023