sheet cake

In October, as we drive
through the country, golden rice fields
on either side of the highway
appear to be
yellow sheet cakes
resting on cooling racks.

A glaze of misty rain,
sweet and slick,
falls evenly on
cars and roads and mountains.
I watch through the bouncing raindrops on the passenger side
window
at fields of
cake,
lemony and full,
glowing through the fog.

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