In our solitude
the old idea of God’s with-
drawal is trending.
Today from the fog
of the bay appears a mute
swan, its broken neck
a perfect S. (Swans
from Asia are discouraged by
breaking their long necks.)
Its beauty brings to
mind how God withdraws for the
good of the creatures.
In the shallows, it
is doubled. The head plunges
beyond the image.
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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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