Sunday, April 26, 2015

In the Rice Fields


                                      ... in the rice fields I still hear you singing your mother's songs 

           ... bicycle spokes turning at dusk

                                                  ... behind my house the forsythia blooms





Photograph by Cindy Fan
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2 comments:

  1. Geo.April 27, 2015 at 1:53 PM

    Turning wheels, blooms behind --these are excellent metaphors for memory.

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    1. Teresa EvangelineApril 27, 2015 at 4:05 PM

      yes ... I am always so grateful for your thoughtful and insightful comments.

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