Another turning
point. Whitherto now loosened
oak leaves withering?
Molasses amber
water-starved and released to
humid human fists.
We must open our
hands to hold the passing of
beauty as we pass.
It’s the lack of why
that is beauty’s final gift
as we let it go.
Community of
festive finitude in the
glare of a fall day.
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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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