It's not usually held as fact but I believe poems anticipate their color and taste. Just as I sit anticipating the aroma of this special rice my body leans toward the black notebook. Seconds before, three fingers lift the fountain pen.
Inevitable is taste. And before than, inevitable is anticipation.
Rice and poems share in common several genes.
Showing posts with label purple jasmine rice and the next poem to be written. Show all posts
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Tuesday, February 26, 2013
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