And what of this self-
fulfilling apocalypse
tilting America
toward disaster?
I walk to the cafe, first
light lingering be-
tween jasmine blossoms,
the fragrance fresh as ever.
It just overflows
the planters. Allow
the holy that wordless peace
may pass between us.
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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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