I have heavy shoes
for my walks in the dark. Thick
sole, deep footbed. Ugg,
Dansko. I go to
work in snow, rain, ice, afraid
I’ll slip, fall, break bones
on eminences
jutting from my starless or
worse moonbright passage.
Exhilarated
I return, knock the muck off,
and pick up my book.
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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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