by Marilyn Peretti
Rumors float all the way to
Though Nanyo is a distance from
there are doubts about its most delicious rice,
the 400 year old rice farm of Mr. Kurosawa —
farming learned from father,
and fathers, and fathers before.
He wants to hand it on to his son,
Takuma, who wrote as a child,
“My Dad is cool. I want to grow up
to be like my Dad.” Worried Kurosawa
ponders removing the top layer of soil
and raking into fresh earth
the healing nectar of cherry blossoms.
~ previously published in To Remember To Hope