The power of art
to call us out of ourselves
into a commun-
ion of others—
it’s a sign of charity.
Will you allow that?
We could start over
right there, in acknowledgement.
But these others, can
you name them, count them?
You and I and something be-
tween that flows between?
So it’s a threesome?
The last Trinity differed
from each other yet
communicated well.
As I sit here writing this,
the last may be first.
Retinal fatigue!
On the corner, Wheelchair Bill
talks to his lap dog.
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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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