The water under
the bridge admits no light this
hot September day.
Black as coffee, salt
and fresh combining, back and
forth, the great rhythm.
I lean over the
bridge. No face in that flow, no
recognition. Joy
at one with itself,
radiant beyond self. No
seeking just finding.
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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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‘Salt and fresh combining, back and forth, the great rhythm “ – I like that Tom: there’s acceptance and celebration.
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