I hover over
the hob, adjusting the flame
for espresso.
A cold bright Spring dawn.
Some say life is a journey.
Not this life, not mine.
I bring it down low
and wait. Change I can see, change
happens outside and
in. So yeah, I change.
Things happen. The heart dilates.
The birds wake the dog
next door. Does the heart
go in the dulcedine
direction? Let’s hope
so. We’re human, grate-
ful for the overflow of
small homely pleasures.
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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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