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Apr 2020
a blue jay

carried its voice

before it flew.

there was a rain

that i heard spread

drops upon its wings.

studding a very slow

silver.

leaping at reflection.

with no fall.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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     Ishudhi Dahal and Bogdan Dragos
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