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Azalea
Ji Fang
Azaleas crimson
on the hillside
young grasses not there to attend them
young firs not there to keep them good company
butterflies not there to fuss over them tenderly
bees not there to bid them fair welcome
azaleas crimson
all alone
no—I wait on you
but when you’ve gone
I fear I’ll be
more alone.
