The artificial
trees — metallic blue and pink—
you preferred lasted
into the New Year.
Tiny lights and animals
of papier mache
and wood and glass shone
in the cold aluminum
branches. People looked
in the windows and
giggled. Your gift for being
delighted spread round
the neighborhood. It
was contagious, as all the
truly good things are.
But tonight’s fuzzy
moon on the lit house gave way
to impotent rage.
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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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