Who am I to feel

something of an ultimate

as I watch a duck

slowly cross the cove

on a dull day with snow in

the forecast? All by

itself it leaves a

widening wake touching both

shores, a soft glimmer

in the near darkness.

I’ve never felt so close to

Horace or Basho,

names writ on water,

I mean I felt such urgen-

cy to write it down.

Author: Tom D'Evelyn

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 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 and other sites.

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