I Could Not Even Remember When
The ricefields at the
roadsides were gone.
I didn’t notice when
they started to fade.
I felt empty and sick,
as sad as dark dawn,
when I saw the flock
of teeny weeny birds,
chasing each other
going to the direction
where four squares
rice paddies located.
If green grains evanesced,
where should they go
to find food when even gardens
turned into buildings too?
Copyright © Maris Warrior Tuazon | Year Posted 2020
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