Thunder and lightning
and rain last night, this morning
the near in relief.
The geese call from un-
der the bridge. Flagstones darkly
shining. The way points
to a together-
ness of the conversation
of self and other
as other. A black
lab yanks its leash toward a
familiar bush.
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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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The black lab – neat touch, Tom. Is this the metaphorical ‘black dog’ of depression – or am I overthinking?
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Neat allusion, Mark. The swerve — thank you Horace— of that final stanza would certainly support that association. The ‘difficulty’ of open communication as parsed in the penultimate stanza is certainly avoided by the lab’s instinctive pull. Life in the between is defined by these pulls.
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