I love metaphors,
can’t think without them. By think
I mean this lolling
about on a bench
by the bay. Nothing too much.
I come down here as
it cools off, somewhere
between the fullness of my
life and the great be-
yond. I watch the gulls
lift and glide over the bay
as the sun goes down.
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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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This reminds me of your pond poems, Tom – in contemplative mood. I like it.
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