Surrounded by your pictures of pelicans
Your reindeer and turtles and shells
Your old books that describe
Their individual virtues and lifestyles
Beside the stories of the extinct
Who are plotting their return
How they will re-emerge
From the photos you've collected
Flying back into the bright air
As if nothing has changed
You knew how the earth
Preserves itself through crossing
Out and adding on
Growing more ephemeral and lovely
As you are now it seems
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