The Peace in Rice
Perfectly made rice, white
Snow in a bowl - and peace steaming
The bowl itself - masterful in its curves
I sit at my desk - with this bowl of rice
My world sinks in as my teeth feel,
My tongue, the warmth, my eyes close again.
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