when the moderns said
each we are only ‘I’
and then we die —
i wonder
had they ever felt forgiveness?
and then, a dear friend
whom I love
we sat apart in a forest
falling into disrepair
like the forest
and she said
why try
or thus implied
a leaf, a saffron poplar
dropped gently behind her
to join the future poplar
and thereby
forgive us
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