Healing
by
Marilyn Peretti
Rumors
float all the way to Tokyo
Though
Nanyo is a distance from Fukishima
City
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
