The pier stretched to the
horizon of the ocean
that summer, it seemed.
I did not want to
fish. A family outing.
I threw them back. I
loved being there but
not watching the fishes twitch.
The ocean held its
breath, or so it seemed.
A small boy backlit by choice,
himself or ocean.
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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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