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June Passage

On first of this breeze
the leaves of this forest,
evolve large as that of lotus
beneath my eyes,
stiflling the soil
stifling a stone that should be
and through a rough incline path,
an urge to slid not far,
an envious watch
behold
there is a bridge too
keen for footsteps
and gradually a dry riverbed
which crumples, yet oblique
is passing by.

I have named not yet
the stones laid as milestone,
where a Lychee tree gush
its strawberry fruits reachable,
but untouched,
also the way as a serpent
drenched
for return of the ghost
in the summer heat
speaks of nothing,
no tales, no songs,
a proverb or sayings
like the banyan shoots
back to the earth growing.

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