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

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