I am way too old
to be using breakwater
stones as stepping stones.
A calm April day
in the pandemic. The stones
are lit from within—-
think stones by Buson.
Immovable they tumble
in space, now, not yet.
Eternity loves
time’s every childlike step ‘each
a glorious once.’
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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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