decline

decline

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one day a day woke up and

was sky, air, light

and itself. Later, evening

tapped my shoulder:

a reminder, a privilege,

a job to do. Record, it said

the elegance of the day’s decline,

and the perfect curves

of all that is left

of a tulip.

 

Denise Levertov

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