Perfume

In William Stafford’s
ODE TO GARLICK he says it
makes us all alike.

That’s so Oregon.
We came here, a right to die
state, from New Hampshire.

We’d met in Rhode Is—
land. The perfume at moth hour
stuck to your screen door.

Here they pan for gold
with words and often find it.
You loved Barbara

Pym. Toward the end
you loved seeing the moon un-
dressed by a bright cloud.

Author: Tom D'Evelyn

Tom D'Evelyn is a private editor and writing tutor in Portland OR and, thanks to the web, across the US and in the UK. He can be reached at tom.develyn@comcast.net. D'Evelyn has a PhD in Comparative Literature from UC Berkeley. Before retiring he held positions at The Christian Science Monitor, Harvard University Press, Boston University and Brown University. He ran a literary agency for ten years, publishing books by Leonard Nathan and Arthur Quinn, among others. Before moving to Portland OR he was managing editor at Single Island Press, Portsmouth NH. He blogs at http://tdevelyn.com and other sites.

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