”A living metaphor has the power to stun us into surprise and open our receptivity to unexpected otherness.” Desmond, G&B 123

Tumbleweeds blowing

across the dusty schoolyard.

The Fall was coming.

But the stars at night—

they too were my companions.

The seasons a blur.

In time I moved a-

way. Now I watch shining swans

gather in the Bay,

preparing to go.

They flap their huge wings, half-

rising, falling back.

I see gods in them,

ecstatic originals

of all our passing.

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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