Someone else has landed, o my beloved country.
Someone else can smell your salt air, your wilderness
Someone else can see your flighty, red maple leafs
Someone else can taste your fresh, sacred, salmon
Someone else can hear your heteroglossic apologies
when someone else stands on your feet
Someone else has landed, o my beloved country,
will she kiss the tarmac for me, will she kiss
the bowl of mountains, the wide green Pacific,
will she kiss the very air o my beloved country,
will she tell them, soon I shall be there?
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