Here’s my confession.
I kept looking as this hap-
pened, happily so.
As she shrugs off her
coat, her arms raised, her eyebrows
arched, in the soft folds
of her sweater her
breasts show their sweet shapes as in
The Song of Songs. She
sits down, her coffee
arrives, the day is off to
a good though unre-
markable start. Still,
I wonder what her name is.
A sinner, I, not
needing to know, not
thinking beyond the moment’s
mix of earth and heaven.
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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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