Sweet Rice Straw

Sweet rice straw
we gather
green to twine
a shimenawa,
humble ward
against ills
across the door.
Faint scent familiar,
fresh-cut, clean
as rain on dry ground,
O grass snake
embrace this modest
shrine of a house.

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