Your name

Where is the name

By which I called you

Why does the forsythia

Lie heavy, in winter’s wake

As if yearning for

Its sleep

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https://ottawacitizen.remembering.ca/obituary/michael-ip-1082083615

A spring too late

If I could step so lightly
I would go to you
Where the gods
Cross drifting leaves

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https://ottawacitizen.remembering.ca/obituary/michael-ip-1082083615