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Frog Calls

By: Yuan Chingming

The frog has stopped calling

In the early light, but I

Still feel the sound waves

Surging towards my mind’s shore

Though different from the frogs

My mother used to listen to when

I must have heard deep

Inside her teenager womb

As she walked at dusk from her first job

In town back to her native village


Their calls separate us into two worlds

And my nostalgia is her nostalgia

Echoing from generation to another

As loud as the song of the heart

From the long lost rice fields

Yuan Changming published monographs on translation before leaving China. With a Canadian PhD in English, Yuan currently edits Poetry Pacific with Allen Yuan in Vancouver; credits include ten Pushcart nominations, the Naji Naaman's Literary Prize 2018, Best of the Best Canadian Poetry, BestNewPoemsOnline, Threepenny Review and 1,449 others worldwide.  

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