Who was the I who
did not recognize my friend’s
face on his return?
I searched that face for
hints there in the happy home-
coming crowd. August.
My summer travels
were not the kind you come back
from and talk about.
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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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Good morning Tom. Sometimes it seems we have no choice but to travel and to keep travelling; that’s what we are: Travellers. Keep trekking on, and keep writing. All the best, John
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