These are quiet times
thanks to coronavirus.
Except in hospitals.
In the park I watch
a black lab retrieve a red
ball. Good boy! Good girl!
In these bad times we
long for proofs of divine love.
Not proofs—-a red ball,
a black dog. Of old,
God’s nothingness absolved mor-
tals, now a child’s game.
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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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