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Jan 2017
Salmon kiss
a river twice upon
its running cheeks,
over and again...
till turned upon,
as if hit by an avalanche
from a peek to be thrice
blessed.
Countercurrent,
concurrent
agon of salmon...
upon their side, still with ascent.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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