The Ladies Who Lunch

I have made my peace
with the ladies who lunch at
my preferred tearoom.

My first studio,
the Sierra. Lodgepole pines
and screeching jays. I

copied the grasses.
Time passed. Marriage, work, loss
of innocence. Now,

joy of being at all.
The ladies laugh and laugh, tears
and deep silences.

Author: Tom D'Evelyn

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. View all posts by Tom D'Evelyn

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