The sun came out, I
left the house—-a walk would show
coronavirus
who’s who. I got lost.
Other elderly people
smile as we pass, and
I finally ask
one sweet old lady. She smiles.
The sun fresh on her
is out of Dante,
who knew something about plagues,
and pride, and so forth.
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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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