America is
always already at war.
It’s a big country.

A late sun breaks through
May clouds this Memorial
Day. Deep blackberry

soda dazzles in
a glass of ice, the picnic

by the news, just shouts
from a distant diamond
as shadows lengthen.

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.

One thought on “Shouts”

  1. This is a nice poem with lots of lovely subtle notes. Made me think that America could use a new line of greeting cards that reflect the complexities.


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