Aretha you sang
opening soul in the least
of us, mere white folks
whose souls are in doubt.
I had the Bakersfield sound
and Miles in my ear,
which was pretty good.
So did you but only you
held the creation
as a whole in your
love. An open whole. “It’s no-
thing,” you forgave us.
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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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