Rice pounding

The women took turns
with their shoulders,
They would go in and
go out of the hole.

Afternoon resounded
with their dull thuds.
All we closed our eyes
in a pretended nap.

Where we sat there
was hardly difference.
The husk turned out
to be life’s content.

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