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The Last Potato

I have been eating french fries
in a fast food restaurant,
and I was savouring the salt and
the tinge of sweetness of
this greasy treat.

I got to thinking
that I would not be eating
potatoes
or anything
forever.

I wondered whether
the last potato I'm going to eat
is growing now
from an unnamed field
out there.

Someday, it will be
ready for picking.

I decided to chew this one well.

Author notes

Hmm... right now my awareness of mortality is getting even stronger.

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  • esroddo silver member
    June 1, 2007

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    Chilling write

    This piece my friend sounded like the last supper. Like if you knew of your death and are savoring your last meal. Kinda morbid in a way. A change and well enjoyed. (Lisa)"Our lives are borrowed, at a high price.
    At the end we give it back and don't think twice."


  • halleluja
    June 1, 2007
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    Thats kinda spooky, just not long finished having some french fries Very interesting way of describing mortality,

    Someday, it will be
    ready for picking.

    Sends shivers!
    Well done as usual-
    love and peace
    halleluja


    • signum-io
      June 1, 2007
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      "Thats kinda spooky, just not long finished having some french fries"

      Haha. This poem has done its job, then.