”The dialectic of our being suggests an interinvolvement with a more ultimate giving origin.” Desmond G&B, 107
The Autumn air has edge,
Summer’s aromas of love’s
tart pastimes and sweet.
If memory serves,
we loved every which way,
including hatred.
The hand outstretched now
reaches for a slice of ripe
pear bruised by falling.
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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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