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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