“…poetry…articulates the truths of mortality.” Jan Zwicky, Alkibiades’ Love, 141.
I’m drawn outside: kids
throwing snowballs at the sun.
Time to wander in.
I visit the bay
to see what young scientists
say about the sea
rising. One steps in
snow by faith. Sunlight has its
own bottom. At the
pub, the TV plays the news:
war is so deadly.
My server blushes
as she pours my refill, black.
And all shall be well.
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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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