I open the kitchen window to inhale the rain. There is a sense of inevitability in the air. Like when a raven glides over the field, death on its eyes. Like when autumn comes and starts plucking off the leaves from the trees. I gather and pare the small potatoes, then cut and drop them in the boiling water. Another pot is boiling with vegetables and fresh shrimps in a tamarind based soup. While waiting for the food, I organize my garbage bags - white for food, blue for recycling and black for other trash. Neat is good karma. Aroma of home-cooked meal is my soul's company. The clock ticks loudly as the sun fades, taking all the pink streaks and yellow glitter from the sky.
i dance without shoes
& sew pink in autumn leaves
before darkness crows
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