Coronavirus XLV (the reader)

A girl stretched out on
the grass beside her bike. She
reads in its shadow.

The spokes of its wheels
shine in the April sun like
the empyrean

in Dante. We are
each going somewhere. The pan-
demic is not there.

At her age I itched
at Dasein but being flowed
as I wrote it out.

Author: Tom D'Evelyn

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 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 and other sites.

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