Loneliness of Fall.
The children all in school now.
Trees cooling, waiting.
The occasional
crow flies in and out of the
canopy, voicing
the happening. I
am reminded of the tri-
nity. The being
of god is social,
though ‘being’ lacks what crows know
of community.
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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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I love crows, and your honor them in this beautiful poem!
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