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1. At 7 At 7, falling through fence into snow

Cut my hand with a cry The sudden fury of small wounds

Blood dangling like a red scarf Fell in drops

A calligraphy on the white hill Studied by foxes who followed the smell.

"At 7"  

This poem appeared in the Hart House Review 2010.

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