inside the potato

the exact same potato

and inside that potato

another potato


I’m not looking

outside the potato




the letters on the gravestone

became letter-shaped pools where

letter-shaped moss grew 




but let’s return to potatoes

one thing they are not is

the moon

they are also not a lot of other things




other things are often 


other things




sometimes they are


there’s a large boulder

the size of

a small boulder

blocking the road           


who can tell?

as always

we’re very far away




what isn’t a potato

might not be a potato


we don’t know everything





snow for example


is sometimes not potatoes


though often far away







in the movie-set woods


they used potato flakes as snow


have we learned something?


not yet