On hot nights like this
as a child I’d lie down un-
der the cottonwoods.
I’d hear the breezes
I could not feel, Orion
unseen above me.
Beyond the nega-
tive way the jut and play of
uncreated things.
It’s not mystical
to sense the ecstasy of
the other senses.
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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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