Twin Cities poet Michael Dennis Browne reads "Potatoes, October."

Transcript:

(00:00:00) Potatoes that's what I'm after and that's what I find with my Fork at the first turning seven red ones all sizes. Last night's hard Frost above was adjust abuzz

(00:00:14) to them. Why are the crows suddenly calling back down the hill

(00:00:20) is the Spud some God to them? They can have these Green Tomatoes instead Frozen clear through but convincing from a distance

(00:00:31) rare Globes of jade.

(00:00:35) Let the crows get down on their stringy knees to these. Well, I helped the seven spuds make good their escape. and a hot water