The geese splash down and
cackle ‘coronavirus’
but they do not stay.
They power up and
leave the dark water for grey
skies, majestic, as
colors flash from the
throats of warblers and corvids
and other small birds.
It’s like a quick blush
of innocence from nowhere
and with no downside.
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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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