Three Grains of Paradise

Three grains of paradise
remain in an abandoned
vessel, longing to be
summoned home.  Golden
brown edges caress
colorless fragments as eyes
await the epilogue.

Three grains of paradise
up in the air;
Father, Mother, Brother

Violent squalls water cotton
carnations.  Her tongue shall
not taste Inari’s holy harvest
even though hunger has come
to call.

On an unrelenting winter’s day,
three grains of paradise
covered in clay…

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