Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Living By Denise Levertov

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.

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