“The most beautiful order of the world is still a random gathering of things insignificant in themselves.” Heraclitus, trans. Davenport
WORK IN PROGRESS
I have gotten used
to walks where nothing happens.
The peace of absence.
But as it warms up,
and the ice on the rocks at
low tide melts by noon,
the back of a duck
is touched by a patch of sun
with a lover’s touch.
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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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