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The fire in leaf and grassso green it seemseach summer the last summer.
The wind blowing, the leavesshivering in the sun,each day the last day.
A red salamanderso cold and soeasy to catch, dreamilymoves his delicate feetand long tail.
I holdmy hand open for him to go.
Each minute the last minute.
Denise Levertov
Priscilla Denise Levertov (24 October 1923 – 20 December 1997) was an American poet. She was a recipient of the Lannan Literary Award for Poetry
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