Here

 
In the ticking drone 
          and hum ablaze in the trees—
 
In the wet and darkblue provinces 
          crossed by long-legged birds—

In the tender aglow
          of disappearing afternoons—

sometimes I catch hold of those
          parts of a life we didn't lose

after all

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