“SATCHMO!”

There are mortal gods,
beings who though finite com-
municate pure

joy or pure sadness.
I was eight or nine crowding
the chain-link fence.

Out there approaching
us through desert waves of heat,
a small shiny plane.

It seemed forever
before we could act crowd-like
at our tiny airport.

Could it really be
Louis Armstrong on the stairs?
Look! He mopped his brow!

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.

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