”In lyric awareness, we don’t know at arm’s length, we know as part of a larger whole.” Jan Zwicky, The Experience of Meaning, 163.
I see you walking
your dog. Your dog walks you, too.
When I say walk, I
mean wander under
the sky as I versify.
It’s just what happens.
My dog (my soul) counts
the steps we take, notes changes
in the light, sings with
the gulls out at sea,
turns us toward home. My dog
demands to be walked.
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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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