unnamed – by Renuka Mendis

these mists
in gifts
they rest
on arms and legs
of trees
softer than,
a mythical kiss
more like,
rice flour
that fell
by her feet
pounding
pounding
soaked rice
for aappa.
rice flour.
on trees.
in perfect gesture.
echoing music
of paddy greens.
same grace
same white
same powder
same lines
muted silent
rice flour
on the ground.
to be missed
given in ounces
sometimes pounds
until
when daffodils arrive
like pimples —
on the ground.
 
Renuka Mendis, march 5, 2016, Toronto
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