田んぼ通信 第三号

#Rice Paddy Newsletter — Issue 3

Strawberries have changed for me.
I see them everywhere now —
small red weights I can’t stop noticing.

I bring some home from the market,
bite down. The juice breaks open on my tongue,
sweet enough to lift like a kite catching wind.

I’m thinking of her again —
catching one more glimpse
of her sleeping face
before I leave in the morning,

her closed eyes,
her mouth soft around a private smile.

My day began with yearning.