A milky hot day.
Cutoffs and T’s for the young,
whites for the aging.
The young like fish flow
and huddle and flow; the rest
of us watch, smiling;
with encouraging
faces we mask memories
of unforgiving
love. I brush pollen
from my chore coat and rise to
go home. If I can
be a widower
in good standing I do not
want to fall in love.
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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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