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Under the Bo-tree
Under the Bo-tree
The bo-tree rises solid from the dusk, looms over the plaque I read (red) but cannot read (reed), spreads over this path as lamps catch fire to light the ways. I stay, listen to a city rumble behind my back, listen to chatter that passes by—but does not speak to me.
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