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Aug 2016
As a flock
of sparrows spaced
in flight, low to the
ground...full of air.
A lightness minds
these meager steps
toward them.
Touching down,
and flying away.
So much room to
breathe, the breath
is taken away.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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