Bamboo
by Jane Hirshfield
From “Orion”
What exists wants to persist.
Even the knock of bamboo on bamboo
spilled outward continues.
And you who have lived—restless, ambitious, aggrieved.
A Walter, a Shirley, a Tim.
A Carlos, a Teisha, a Haavo.
Do not think it unchanged, this world you are leaving.
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