I shrug on an old
coat, a long colorful one.
As I graze the seams
and selvage, the sign
of the maker reminds me.
There is no nunc stans.
Eternity flows
from the abyss of iden-
tity. Wear it well.
Perhaps the beauty
of the coat, so like that of
the world, calls you out.
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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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