The Tunnels She Dug Poem by Scott J. Shepard

A window seemed worn down
it was one of those ways to beat the
banner that said anything could happen
nor was she to expect
the plain in placid.

"Why don't we go to one of those world's largest potato shows"

you know the ones where nothing
becomes a circus of bacon and chives

There are 5,000 different varieties of potatoes
and two ways we could go
She would know because she saw the billboard
from a distance.
The opposite side was a yellow sky

You see from one stop she pointed truth

Whirling onward
vast flats
sweeping over the horizon

A direct result constantly looked
respectfully

"We're Here"

The genome if you'd wanted to know
contains 12 chromosomes.

Base pairs are 860 million in the making
and that's just the average potato

I wonder what it takes
to look through all those tiny holes
that grows potatoes

its like bending the spoon to me

Its a tough job that those potatoes endure

every winter there's another
reason to pick the correct manner in
which these grandees creatures can spread their wings

These locations are chosen to
cross paths with the pests

Optimum growth calls for a spading fork
and harvesters scoop the plant
to show that the earth is round and no longer
can we fall off the other side

The worlds largest potato must have taken
up a lot of space underneath all those roots

I think of the worlds tiny potatoes
and what they thought about when they were outgrown
and tunneled up the other side

And then I think of the harvesters fork on the big potato,
must have been like striking gold.