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Jun 30
Darkness avoids absence to

keep from falling.

As the cold spots of roses turn

to purple irises, of distant royalty.

That curve the mirrors of trees,

which climb out of windows.

As grass lands between moon's,

cut by light drumming on a persian

rug.

One cat sees another first, as summer

pools a galaxy.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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