One more summer day.
Over the Bay, empty sky —
pale blue. In the Bay,
whitecaps, wind-driven,
do not reach the shore before
giving way to more.
Is there no end to
the blue in your eyes, Toby,
in death and in life?
I stuff my cold hands
deeper into the pockets
of my human coat.
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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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