Sustained by chatter
from the others around me,
I chill. My server
tops off my coffee.
I have an hour before I
need to be somewhere.
I used to know what
to do with extra time, but
now it appears trans-
parent, a gift to
my idiotic self that
depends on nothing.
It may be age, time’s
fleshy companion, finds some-
thing beautiful here.
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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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