A mild day, sunshine,
I’m at the cove at low tide,
the ducks stay away,
I’m tempted to walk
on. Under the pier, shadows
hold me back. I look
again. A color
I can’t name but makes waiting
like this mean something.
The color an old
master mixes as he dreams
his portrait of Spring.
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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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