”One might stress that flesh is the incarnation of value.” Desmond, THE INTIMATE UNIVERSAL, 255.

Ecstatic Autumn.

I’m beside you as we walk

under foliage

drifting down—mid-af-

ternoon sunset—bright embers

cold as my hands in

your small warm hands for

now. In our flesh time’s word says

what we cannot say.

And what of the blue

overhead, tender? I squeeze

your hand. There is more.

Author: Tom D'Evelyn

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 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 and other sites.

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