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