Easy to make of
a festive Saturday at
the farmers’ market
something sacred. Still
the whole is not on offer
here, just Gala ap-
ples, pungent bagels
soft to the tooth, sunflowers
for the dark study.
Epiphanies of
passage, we open toward
the original.
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Tom D'Evelyn is a private editor and writing tutor in Cranston RI 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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Nice poem. It captures the end of summer in New England. Really like the sunflowers in the dark study. Epiphanies of passage indeed!
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