| Eva Hung |
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| Bauhinia tree in spring Here is a tree: its broad leaves¡Xthe size of your palm¡X blotted with weeping brittle yellow; at its foot the newly fallen brown not quite rustles in the humid breeze; at the tip of every branch sprouts the palest green that turns greener by the hour; and where its orchid-like blossoms grow white and pink the brown is of seed-pods slowly emerging. Here is a tree confused by seasons out of joint, tricked into a life cycle display: birth, procreation, death and decay jostling for space. [The Bauhinia is the City flower of Hong Kong] |
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