The poetry does
not matter, said the poet.
I’d agree but now,
in the time between
chores, it is all that matters.
Dust motes dance in harsh
mid-Winter sunlight.
Elbow grease and prayer not-
withstanding, I find
that time consents to
eternity’s otherness,
which is poetry.
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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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