Tulips flare in the
raw dank Spring evening, gold
closing for the night.
They border gardens
in this quaint New England place
where grief opens to
beauty. Erect, they
burn a hole in the darkness.
They awake to them-
selves, dawn on me as
it occurs to me the old
word ‘soul’ may fit here.
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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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