I heard it before
I saw it, two swans rising
into the gray, a
rush, a gush of air
as the great white wings spread out
and up and down and
up, water falling.
I had been missing you and
for a time the void
of your death filled with
tremendous white confusion
in the empty cove.
And that arrest keeps
me moving through the winter’s
dark, open spaces.
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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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