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simplicity

before a table
a cup of rice and
few pieces of fish

you put your knee
near your mouth
as you mold
sticky white rice
with your bare hands

you open your mouth
and swallow what
you have in order
to live.

(shall i say
poverty?)

by RIC BASTASA

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