Rice On The Plate

As if they're priceless

Grains of gold to caress

Only they were edible.

To make her body viable

She ate, unperturbed.

Honking vehicles remained unheard.

Next to the shimmering road,

Beside the tree, under the billboard, she ate.

The world to her then

Needed no contemplation.

Her tired hands, busy

Didn't complain, worked easy.

She simply ate,

Knowing this won't be

Her last meal under the tree.

The cars will honk,

The dust will blow,

The heat will stifle.

She will eat and be viable.