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
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
*
https://ottawacitizen.remembering.ca/obituary/michael-ip-1082083615
If I could step so lightly
I would go to you
Where the gods
Cross drifting leaves
*
https://ottawacitizen.remembering.ca/obituary/michael-ip-1082083615
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