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.