September 21

The farmers’ market smells of
dirt and root vegetables
and the first apples of the season.

Old-fashioned Ida Red, freckled
Baldwins, the white flesh of
McIntosh thump against
the bottom of the black stock pot.

Steam sifts through the screened
window where summer meets fall
and fall is still summer.

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