“Everything created communicates of the divine origin.” Desmond, The Voiding of Being, 91.
I used to curse snow
unrelieved by breaks in the
clouds, even a soft,
steady snowfall, but
today, when the yellow bus
drove by, I recalled
my first Valentine,
the stollen kiss, her blush, my
blush, snow in our hair.
When I asked her name
she laughed, which ended, as it
began, in the snow.
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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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