Another Sunday.
Exhausted by the thought of
the week ahead, I
put Mozart’s Mass on
the Bose and wake up only
when the cat’s fellow
flesh lands on my chest.
Mozart’s sublime gravity
wakes my animal.
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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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Mass/mass; gravity/gravity; one might even add week/weak. And I read this one more than twice too, Tom!
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