The community is a-buzz tonight
Gather the rice! It’s time to harvest.
Driveways and sidewalks covered in grains,
Raked out into squares
A Zen garden of tiny gold pieces
Reed mats with frayed, curled edges
Hold thousands.
A long stretch of road,
A series of edible pyramids.
An old man bends to gather the last few handfuls.
Wide dust bins gulp up small mounds,
Then pour like rain into canvas bags
Bags of blue, green, red
Some with pictures of smiling pigs
Rows of bags standing like sentinels.
A woman cranks a machine
That separates the grain from its armor.
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