I mistook a friend’s
name, got over the shame by
watching the water
of the bay move light
up and down, in and out, out
to the horizon.
My friend forgives me.
May light flows with ease, even
death loses its shame.
Think of George Floyd. That
cop who kept him from drawing
breath, shamed him to death.
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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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Metaxyturn Diaries 
Fine. Unreflected light, invisible, makes its appearance beautifully on the bay and in the last line. Focus on the adverb! — Paul
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