FOIL

 

In birthday suits,
they peek above ground
through wilted vines
to see if anyone is looking.
They yearn for freedom
to bask in noonday sun.
They ease their way
from bashfulness
into daylight,
uninhibited as I pass.
I sanction their coming of age
and stop,
part what's left of green
to give them full exposure.
Potatoes naked
are more convincing
than when wrapped in reflective foil.

 

 

Mahmoud Alkahr