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Jan 2020
circling streamlets, blinkered black

horses--hooves struggling out of clay

casts of muck.

crescent scythes screened silver thru

the characters of trees.

strange as the sounded line of a lark's dozenth

betrayal.

dawning.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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