You say religion
means nothing to you. After
a long life, you live
in the watery
flux of the estuary—-
weeks of raw wet days.
Heaven and earth breathe
the same air. The finite whole
(your death) is enough.
You sense my power
in the absence at your end
of the rule of force.
And your kindness ex-
tends to the small ways I find
to show you my love.
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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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