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Jun 2020
the clouds flowed, but the sky

did not move--the cars flowed,

but the bridge did not move.

the three burrough conjoining

bay's tides flowed--but the bay

did not move.

as i sat there i was subdivided by

what flowed, but did not move.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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