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the rice terraces
by Jerry Grandea

Take me
as a grain of rice,
husked
and one among billions
rationed
in ten pound bags.
Wash off
the rat piss with dishwater,
let the moths
rise to the gray
cloudy surface.

Don't let the water
run clear; let it
turn to steam,
as I inflate
and bloom sticky.

I was born
from rice, fed rice, and meant
to be fried.
Scrape my remains;
let them fall, a mist
dissipating onto
lush green
Philippine terraces

ascending like
pyramids.

© Jerry Grandea

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