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deep night– after the neighbor stops yelling at her children the mockingbird begins to warble Published in A Handful of

one petalfrom the princess treeclings to the windshield—I drive awaylooking in the mirror un pétalede l’arbre impérials’accroche au pare-briseje démarreen

I’m amazed and honored to see a poem I wrote included in this collection of Canadian tanka. There is even

clearing sky– cherry petals lying blown upon the asphalt– what have you taught us except to fall, and fall, and