A potato skin curls in your spoon
Her starch sisters wish her farewell
An onion joins, the thick broth binds
The chew is wet hide under tooth
Each season present —
Sage, savory thyme
Peppered beef hunks
Soaked sponge potato chunks
Carroty currency lingers behind
A mouthful of skin isn’t home
The meat fat cannot furnace warm you
A carrot coin is barely a cure-all
You can’t freeze a family in stew
Not long, you will home-grow your own
Start a garden of tubers and roots
Forage onions, cheap meat in your icebox
The herbs, planted presents, enliven each meal
And all curled up skin-hides relent to your chew
Till then, enjoy the freezer feast for one
While you still at the least have a bowl
A stove
A stool
A tongue