By GENIE NAKANO
looking at my hand the lines and crevices look foreign to me yet, they tell a story from long ago
I immerse my hand in a bowl of rose water flying past the past instantly it blooms memories of sweet youth
hide and seek everyone come out and play spin the statue watch the world go round the grass is green and soft
Genie Nakano is widely published in journals, and her recent books, Enter the Stream and Storyteller are available on Amazon. She teaches gentle yoga and tanka at the Japanese Cultural Center in Gardena. Genie can be reached by email.