— Photo by kallerna
“In early autumn, there’s a concerto
possible when there’s a guest in the house
and the guest is taking a shower and the host
is washing up from the night before….
‘‘Much later they will remember only a color,
a golden yellow, and the sound of their feet
scuffling the leaves. A day without rancor….’’
— From “The Music One Looks Back On,’’ by Boston-based poet Stephen Dobyns (born 1941)
