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Jane Hirshfield – Ⅰ

 A Thought 





Some thoughts

throw off

a backward heat

as walls might,

at night, in summer.


It could happen

this moment—


Some movement.


One word’s almost

imperceptible shiver.


And what was

long cold

in your left palm,

long cold in your right palm,

might find itself

malleable, warmer.


An apricot

could be planted,

in such a corner.