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Living

The fire in leaf and grass

so green it seems

each summer the last summer.

The wind blowing, the leaves

shivering in the sun,

each day the last day.

A red salamander

so cold and so

easy to catch , dreamily

moves his delicate feet

and long tail, I hold

my hand open for him to go.

Each minute the last minute.

Denise Levertov