Ducks ride from the top
of the wave to the bottom
over and over
they seem built for it
with you coronavirus
there is no place to hide
at the top or the
bottom you are the human
looking straight through me
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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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Metaxyturn Diaries 
This is words and music. And feeling: I have ridden the swells with those ducks. But, hey, don’t kid yourself: down below the surface their little webbed feet are working like hell!
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