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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