a tropical autumn sun gleams
from an iridescent sky
over freshly sheared rice paddy lines
of embedded bunches of amber straw
left after the rice harvester
picked lingeringly clean by pigeons
as a golden bantam rooster crows nearby
chicks and hens strutting across the path
the air growing cooler as they grow older
and still paying no attention to humans
one of whom is on the bench
looking dead but only sleeping
awakened indiscriminately
as the suns in the hazy sky floats down
its lowering rays dip into my eyes
my bicycle wheels start leaving
with the head i am turning
November 15, 2017
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