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

Durational drawing 7hours 36min. Poem text encoded as a bitmap image and then drawn pencil on card.

May 2020

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