Fallen yellow leaves
raked up and stuffed in black bags
to line the roadway.
Last stop. On my walk
there are still more bright leaves to
kick away, away.
I walk under trees
each day shedding more sunlight
into the wind’s way.
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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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Metaxyturn Diaries 
That’s a joyful image, Tom: the yellow leaves like sunshine. However, the leaves are also there to be concealed in black sacks, or to be kicked away … so the image is not purely joyful. It’s neither one of joy nor or of sadness. I guess it’s like life: two states at the moment; depends how a person looks at it … … Very sage. Best wishes, John
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