Through new maple leaves
moving in place like the waves
of the Pacific,
the future, smaller
for me than ever, bigger
and more confusing
for my grandchildren.
Going forward, try patience,
I tell myself. “Self,
try patience.” “I do,
I am. You are the same as
ever, incomplete.”
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Tom D'Evelyn is a private editor and writing tutor in Portland OR 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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You speak not only for your own self there Tom but for myself and other selves too!
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