Anne Tourney

step by slow step
a rut in the dirt road
becomes my balance beam
and I am a child again
struggling for grace

my grandmother’s rice-
slashes of soy sauce
on transparent white
her wild calligraphy
in a lacquered bowl

the cottonwoods
stretch white fingers
to the moon-
frogs mutter in the mud
between their roots

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