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| | | | poems by Dave Bonta | |
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| | | | noon is for rest we steal a spoon and drink the ink of night to the noise of a band | |
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| | | | I'm reading about the haiku poet who helped lead the Rape of Nanjing. Snow melt begins to drip from the top roof: muffled artillery fire. | |
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| | Partly cloudy and almost warm. The jays are having heated conferences overhead, with strangled cries and jeers. A few more leaves catch rides on a passing breeze. |