A swallow of hot
coffee helps me start over
like Occam’s Razor.
As aging lover
in you I find my other
stripped to raw, excess
change: metallic blues,
blunt grays. In the distance, gulls
sound like kids playing.
Between you and me
you leave me speechless, I leave
you this token praise.
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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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