An Autumn morning
on the Via Natio-
nale in Rome. I
watch my wife Toby
sitting outside with her fresh
egg salad sandwich.
She loved her mornings
alone, as I did. We were
in Heaven for the
last time. Rome is kind
to impeccably dressed wo-
men of a certain
age. The dark glasses,
the walking stick. Relaxed and
happy. Life was good.
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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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A delightful memory to have Tom and to be able to commemorate in poetry.
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