the moderns

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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