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  • Gary Hunter

The Rice Goddess - June 6, 2022

hanging from the

bedroom wall

she needs a holy cleaning

dust on her eyebrows

between the lips

where the hand strums

the sitar

life’s most delicate debris

trapped in the creases

of a fine wood carving

beyond the rag’s reach

or fluff of feathers

nestles like April snow

in mountain crevasses

untouched by sun

or the dirty secret

lodged in a wrinkle

that’s gets deeper

with age


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