Tuesday, September 4, 2012


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