Not the smokey air
otherwise clear, not the sharp
edge to the morning
quickly growing dull,
but the look in the eyes of
those I pass on the
path this morning: a
greeting as if to a new
clarity about
our shared origin.
We say not a word. We smile
with a bold reserve.
In the silence, the
surplus of tenderness gives
way to time’s shimmer.
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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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