As it warms up, birds
getting the jump on daybreak,
we miss winter’s emp-
tiness, so full of
significance and all that,
as we conceive it.
A neighborhood of
leaf blowers and the hammers
of roofers is loud
with silences too,
unimaginable ends
between beginnings.
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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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