There be signs. The moon
riding the dawn, its fullness
overfull and bright
beyond reason. I
know, I know. The burden of
signs is handed off
to the birds waking
up—-profusion of daybreak.
Her pale hand outside
the duvet. I just
stare. The moon. The birds. Her hand.
It’s not about me.
The wonder of it.
All those gifts flow out of no-
thing. It’s just my luck.
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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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