As I leave by way
of the garden mourning doves
scatter up and a-
way. I think of you.
You loved the gloaming. We’d sit
by the river as
it got dark. The croak
of the night heron pleased you.
You’d write a haiku.
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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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Here are such poignant words, Tom, and such a sensitive tribute to someone loved and important. Bravo.
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