Autumn in Pennsylvania
Thursday, October 8, 2009
She was the poet about whose work I had been raving—stopping friends and making them listen, stealing her book into conversation, (blogging). She wrote to me, then, asked about autumn in Pennsylvania. Said she missed it like she missed the spring's pear trees.
I said, Here is the view of just now, the slam-in upon my glass-topped desk. Here is morning, in autumn, in Pennsylvania.
