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 Living by Denise Levertov 
						The fire in leaf and grassso 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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