Suburban Sublime

Deep in the suburbs,
no landscape to speak of, none
not landscaped to death.
A seam in the twi-
lit folds of clouds bright between
interrupts the dawn.
I see it change as
I stop and just look. Birds fly
up and into it
and disappear. Sub-
lime perhaps; the pen is raised,
the paper still blank.

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Author: Tom D'Evelyn

Tom D'Evelyn is a private editor and writing tutor in Portland OR and, thanks to the web, across the US and in the UK. His blogs include poemswithoutborders.com 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.

1 thought on “Suburban Sublime”

  1. How reassuring it is that we can always raise our eyes in this way and find beauty and astonishment. The ‘beyond ‘ I suppose one may say! These lines are very nicely written, Tom. Spot on.

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