The faces at the
bar seem familiar tonight.
I watch them from my
corner, returning
shy smiles. Thick hands wrap around
our common good. Old
Peter brings me what
I always ask for. This is
what we come for. Chance
plays no part in it,
that singular hard gaze being
the one exception.
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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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