don't call me
you're not my Mr. Right...
from the phone
the sound of her knife
hitting the cutting board
A Hundred Gourds, 2:3, June 2013
One Man's Maple Moon: Childhood Tanka by Marion Alice Poirier
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*English Original*
home again
I walk childhood streets
in morning fog. . .
where cobblestones end
a river flows to the sea
Marion Alice Poirier
*Chinese ...
