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Wasps out of the birdhouse

for spring     my boys shook

    out the dead wasps

New fly west

New fly west

for spring? To sip it?

Little gatherings of birds

Why does this feel like weeping?


My friends     we love

It is two kinds of lost

that I'm lost in

First Flowers

Hoa Nguyen

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