My windbreaker ( wording the flux—Desmond)

In summer my eyes
struggle. Wrinkled nylon is
how the bay looks at

noon. Eternity
winks and nods as I look at
it with sweaty eyes.

I’m no Rimbaud; my
windbreaker’s wrinkled nylon
makes me want to fly

but Noon releases
me in a fart of self-dis-
gust and laughing gulls.

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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