When you could no long-
er walk you’d play Dusty Spring-
field and sing along
beside yourself. Blue-
eyed blues. And you couldn’t sing.
Now years later in
a crowded room that
sound will pierce the difference
as for the last time.
I alone hear it.
People look startled when I
start and sing along.
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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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