A nip of Dewars
for the long walk home in the
rain. Geese graze the grass
of the waterview
estates. Pure appetite. Sleep
of finitude. But
loved beyond measure.
Excited they spread their great
white wings and honking
to the dark skies leave
me alone on the road, the
gift of mortal life.
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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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