WORK IN PROGRESS
”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.
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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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