I wake for the last
time tonight. At my age night
blends into day but
the cold of the floor
on my naked feet shocks me.
Above the grand roofs
of Edgewood the trees
flame out at first light today.
Eden not as fine.
Contingency is.
At this extreme of my life,
I’m recalled to be.
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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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