In the grounds of the University,
the great old samaan tree
shelters rumours of resistance
under the hush of its umbrella canopy.
Skimming the clouds from the heavens,
stretching just as wide, its nectar,
sickly sweet, attracts
the hummingbird and parasites.
Pod, pulp, flower, root; a liquid
moon over the dripline of branches
throwing growing shadows as
leaflets close together in prayer
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