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In the flashes and black shadows / of July / the days, locked in each other's arms, / seem still / so that squirrels and colored birds / go about at ease over / the branches and through the air.
Where will a shoulder split or / a forehead open and victory be?
Nowhere.
Both sides grow older.
And you may be sure / not one leaf will lift itself / from the ground / and become fast to a twig again.