Sack Stacked on my Limb
i was cooking brown rice
that was not brown at all.
the tranlucent grain was maroon
and the length was not so tall.
i was cooking for everyone
and everyone was full
my heart was warm inside
really thought it was cool.
i scooped some on my spoon
i was never been apalled
"Look, the rice was not maroon,
it was brown after all."
don't forget:
to save a cup of rice
for myself.
