From the brickwork fish-
bones gleam in frigid sunshine
and paler snowmelt.
Roger Williams
self-exiled in these woods spoke
Narragansett to
Narragansetts. Made
sense. Such peace is not long for
this world, visits on
winter mornings like
this. Crossroads. The bricks need re-
pointing. To my task.
The chance of rebirth.
On the way to blank nothing
that shimmer again.
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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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