dehydrated thoughts
bring back memory
of medicine balls,
to feed grandmother chung,
i made myself— mashed
sweet-sour tamarind, salt,
sticky rice, bananas—
placed on her muscular
tongue. (i tasted first.)
later to cut sugar cane
she gathered in her trunk,
then thanked me with luck.
i could use a medicine
ball myself today.
and more of her luck.
but echos of her triumphant
trumpets satisfy for now.
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I like your description
of heritage food.
I suspect grandmother
will cherish the chung.
(PS – nice title).