Raspberries On our bed we lie like flatfish. Outside, stars grow older. The moon, a white cocoon, casts its image on the river. In sparse shadows a willow dangles. Along the thorn fences raspberries bleed. They remember once being the fire drawing the moth flapping its wings to flames of love. Anna Yin was Mississauga’s Inaugural Poet Laureate (2015-2017) and has authored five collections of poetry and “Mirrors and Windows” (Guernica Editions) in 2021. Her poems/translations have appeared at ARC Poetry, New York Times, China Daily, CBC Radio, World Journal etc. Anna won several poetry awards and also teaches Poetry Alive. Her website: annapoetry.com
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