Snow light but no snow.
Whatever the surface—brick,
asphalt, cars waiting
at the crosswalk—a
patience before and after
the sun breaks through. Then
back to the routine.
Yes I know you’re dead. But when
the surface of things
shows inhuman poise
and goes the extra mile you
seem to come closer.
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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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