My Poussin: I. At the Cove

Watching the swans feed
in the cove, I overheard
a couple walking

by. They had just met
and were about to part. Things
had been great—-not one complaint.

The swans had not moved.
Sunlight dimpled the water.
Voices, gentle, kind,

faded. The couple
walked on. The wind in the trees
sighed. I sat awhile,

thinking. “The flower
is the mind, the seed is per-
formance.” Who said that?

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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