Some days, Dad, you’d say,
you just get experience.
Line upon line, line
upon line. The view
from the San Andreas Fault,
your sweet spot, your void.
I’ve outlived you now.
Lines shine in the midst, and some
from within, some from
a stranger light. Is
that you, Dad, getting the last
word? Waves collapse on
Redondo Beach. No
Big One yet. The horizon
shines as the sun sets.
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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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Very moving. Beautiful poem that resonates deeply with the reader.
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