Wide pants, heavy gray-
blue coats, the postal workers
take a lunch break. I
watch them and listen
to their low voices. Angels
to our loneliness,
and awesome. Snow drips
from their boots and glitters on
the tiled floor we share.
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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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Beautifully contained, and yet expressive Tom. Well done yet again.
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