Poetry of the rice fields

transplanting rice

she complains
about her heartless lover

to a scarecrow
without
a head

sweat trickling down her back

she watches him
in the rice field

a shadow lands,
then an egret
another shadow, another egret

first summer rain

the smell of want
the smell of soil

ankle-deep in water
she giggles —
covering his face

6 thoughts on “Poetry of the rice fields

  1. You took me to the rice fields. Lovely. I especially loved the egrets. Beautiful, Rajani. It is always so lovely to read you. I am a bit behind online, have been so tired……….but happy.

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