Friday, June 11, 2004


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.