Credulous I buy
a pocket calendar for
next year. Who tries to
fill empty pages?
My friends light Advent candles—-
one for the Last Days—-
gingerly, lovingly.
I watch fellow pedestrians
slip on the ice and
catch themselves, in awe;
the body resets its sense
of up and down. Ec-
stacy happens. I
see them later having tea
and checking their phones.
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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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I like this juxtaposition of the sublime and the quotidian. So true to life, yet the latter does not preclude or invalidate the former, does it?
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