Sep 2, 2021

wheat and river


in her eyes, a field of wheat. 

and in her heart, the head waters of the yangtze river. 

wheat and river. 

her hands can be as strong as iron, 

or as gentle as the birthday wish of a child. 

often, when she tells me some long story 

that doesn't seem to have an end, i float downstream, 

past the wheat, past the iron forges, 

and past the birthday parties where the children run and laugh. 

her heart, her eyes, and her hands, my friend, are here with me. 

wheat and river. 



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