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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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