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Cradle the bowl of curried rice memories

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Inhale aromas

The gentle days
parsley gathering
stomach rumbling
joy! – a discovery!
a random melon
or cabbage patch
dinner time feasts

Those fields
harvest houses now
train tracks and time
separate the rich
from barefoot
walking she
then, a gypsy
pummeling her meridians
on stones and fossils

gentle breezes
charging her spirit
with fragrance of morning
eucalyptus
leaves laughing
to the sun.

Cradle the bowl of curried rice memories
tomorrow echoes
a promise of more