My love for potatoes came from Mr. Jones.

Living with Mr. Jones I learned a lot of stuff

He taught me how to play piano and how

to plant potatoes. Mr. Jones gave me two

E.E. Cummings books which I fell in love with.

The type of love where birds sing and

you see your own heart dancing freely.

Mr. Jones let me cut his grass for six quarters

and a glass of Lemonade. He was a sweet

old soul, the color of copper and his eyes

would glisten in the fall moon. Mr. Jones

was the only soul that understood me.