From the ground, each round potato,
russet, brown, or gold--crumbs of dirt
still clinging to its skin--just fits
into the palm of the hand that
pulled it from the earth. Brushed clean and
roasted, held again in two hands,
it offers warmth, then nourishes
the body, the hands that held it.
~ Helen Frost, The Braid
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