nimble bee

hum’s at the beginning

of the rains

in the paddy fields

where the lavender girl

and little brother

moves under the bees

clapping wings

boxing through

heavy rainfall

of the misty morning

a crack in the planet

is all she could hear

after the Plink noise

that drowned her ears

her tortured eyes

screaming

breath trembling

as his thick blood welled out of him

his breathing

continued without pause

evaporating

her every thought

while the hunter straightened up

a cold thief

without the intention / of being so

Where the rice grows