There are days walking
makes up for not doing what
you know must be done.
Every fallen
leaf, whichever way the wind
blows, wants attention.
But not now, maybe
not this year. You stretch your legs.
Body and breath, heart
and soul, quietly
embrace you for being you
as you start to sweat.
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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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