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The poet arrives at the station.
The poet steps off the train.
The poet takes a taxi.
The poet goes to the hotel.
And as he does all this like any earthly man, hoorays pursue himlike hoots.
Waving pennants open up to make way.
Bands play. There are fireworks.
Speeches. People in straw hats.
Cameras ready to click.
Cars standing still.
Cheers. The poet is melancholy.
In a tree on the public promenade (laid out by the current administration), in a fat tree imprisoned by colorful posters, in an ordinary tree that no one sees, a cicada is singing.
A cicada that no one hears is singing a song that no one applauds.
It sings, in the blistering sun.
The poet enters the elevator the poet ascend the poet shuts himself in his room.
The poet is melancholy.