A little warmer
today, and Spring’s first fly flies
through the apartment.
It’s way more present
than it needs to be. I was
cool with how things were.
But the absolute
is both closed and really close,
says my source. Let be.
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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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That’s nice Tom: contemplative of course, delicate too, but also comical; I do like that fly! Not the song of a chickadee outside, or appearance of the admirable bee, but a fly!
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