I’m the man who comes
in everyday, orders tea,
and loses himself
in a book. He looks
happy enough. Nothing to
to see there. People nod
as they come and go,
straining to catch the soft sound
half-formed on my lips.
The book is a prop,
a mask of memories. We
came here once to talk.
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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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