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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