Although we didn’t
talk about it, I greatly
admire my wife’s feet.
The neatness, the ar-
ticulation of the toes,
the sweet curve of the
arch. Nor were these facts
lost on the cat, who loved to
bite her toes as she
slept, or tried to. Are
we ever unburdened by
transcendence, asks the
philosopher. At
rest her feet dance to unheard
melodies, so yes.
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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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