Piled in the shade of
the tree bicycles, sneakers,
ripped tie-dyed T-shirts.
From the dark water
cries of shock and triumph. They
have started over.
They splash each other,
girls and boys, and shiver. Is
that woman standing
there in charge? In her
face nothing but summers to
come and summers past.
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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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