”The gleam redoubles our human being: in life now and not yet; in love with the mortal yet caught in an impossible longing for eternity.” Desmond, G&B, 337.
Rain starts on the way
home. The Bay darkens. The cord
grass glows in half light.
In the thick of it
the white cheeks of Canada
geese shine as they feed.
At home on open
waters, they share our winters,
invasive beauties.
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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 
This poem takes the reader through transitions from the poet’s scene of making hsi way home near the bay in the middle of heavey weather to the companioning nad strange prsence of teh geese to a reflection on home and strangeness adn the reader comes away iwth a deeper adn fuller understanding of reality in a way that surpasses these conepts like eating a good, solid, flavoursome hot meal on a chilly evening.
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