Fat Potatoes from Antigo

They grew them big last year

Prior seasons sent us small packets

Once pine barrens now sandy soil

Pulled out of the loam to fill - bellies

Stored within white and damp

Pare  the peels spiral, fall

Thoughts of those close wander in

Out. Should call him or her.

Wasn't that something. Breathless

Boiling in salted water, starch