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Mar 2020
we grow these rings

that people the pattern

of our person.

the fidelity of

this tree.

that tree.

we show up.

hanging here to mirror

wind.

that will not move with

this tree.

that tree.

if it is not kept in mind.

whose?

what saps the rounds

of a gleam.

welled up, adrip.

earthiness, posing for

answers.

positioned by questions.

filiality, told to hold it

right there.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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     Jen and Weeping willow
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