- Rice Field -
If you made yourself disappear
deep in the green rice field, it’s not hard to imagine
you can hear the grain churning
milky sap into each solid seed,
the grassy blades whispering, giving in to the winds
and weights of the dragonflies, bending
farther from the sun. Hidden from eyesight,
on the dirt division between the rice fields, sunning frogs
belly-plop into the water, erupting
like raindrops tearing up the face of the pond.
The snails uncap their suction-
cupped mouths, letting go
as ankle-deep water rushes up,
..... (poem by Peauladd Huy)
wearing: Hana Tajima for Uniqlo SS16 scarf (similar: the AW16 scarf), old white blouse, blue floral cropped top as an outer, old skirt, old socks and sandals, fake-pearls bracelet, Merry & Pippin floral purse (a gift from my sister).