Cutting Cluster Beans
Humidity danced
On my body in its
Ugly manifestation
Clothes clutching to body
O, rain in a couple of days,
Say the papers over two days
I go from one vendor
To the other; all dry
Faded colours of green
Red, yellow, orange
My palms damp
My eyes caught clusters
Bright green and tempting
On return home, I settle
In the sofa separating each
From the cluster with my
Working woman's hands
Each went into a vessel of
Salted water waiting to be
Chopped chopped n chopped
I stretch my hands to loosen...
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Enjoyed this poem. Heat and cooking. Inspiration lies every where in every chore of life.