Smell it! Snow filling
up the night. The patience of
love in the abstract.
I fall asleep o-
ver my book—-a passage on
love I’d underscored.
In old age, a new
wonder at the gift of life,
eternal return
with a difference.
I wake up in my dream and
listen to it snow.
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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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