There are potatoes around the neighborhodd today--brown, raw, oddly frequent. Three potatoes beside a public trash can. Five potatoes in the middle of the sidewalk in the next block. One potato on a bus-wait bench in the block after that. On and on.

Because this strewing of potatoes happened on the first Sunday after the first Monday after the first full moon after the spring equinox, the potatoes look like large, lumpy Easter eggs that haven't been colored yet.