It does not move but
the shadow of the egret
moves as the tide moves.
Let the line dream (Klee).
I rest my eyes on the form,
the elegant line,
of the water bird.
I dream with the bay water,
moving, being moved.
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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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Metaxyturn Diaries 
Love moves the reader, the poet in hte poem, and the poem . This poem is an elegant and passionate reflection on and incarnation of relation, the relative weight and distance of beings and being in hte incalculable dance of existence. THe apriculatiryt of the egret and her shadow anchor us as we take part in that dance.
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