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.

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