the sky and seven dragons


South: In the mountains 
sleep seven dragons
who grow rice.
At sunset,
clouds come down, arm in arm, 
space erased between them,
unleashing rains of legacy -
the drink of life.
Every single grain of rice is fed 
and they bow across this golden heaven.
Billions of bowls await
grateful for all eternity.


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