I sit in the win-
dow space just watching the sun
rising through the trees.
Birds flicker, being
and nonbeing in my eyes.
It’s not nothing, O-
rigin. It takes my
steady gaze to see the whole
that is and isn’t.
The birds flicker. The
whole flickers open to not
having been at all.
My master sleeps. Walk-
ing on the wind can’t compare
to riding the curve.
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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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