No weak souls, Toby
and I agreed to marry,
age notwithstanding.

Portsmouth radiates
sex and death that time of year,
but mood didn’t count.

We just followed in
each other’s footsteps to the
Cafe, the flash mob,

the regulars caught
up in the moment as we
were six years ago.

There is no ought in
happiness. Toby taught me
that by loving me.

The whole thing was so
spontaneous, it’s still her
laughter that shakes me.

Author: Tom D'Evelyn

Tom D'Evelyn is a private editor and writing tutor in Cranston RI 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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