It’s almost Christmas.
Unseen birds tweet their presence
in the neighborhood.
Solsticial hope.
Last minute shoppers search for
parking spaces. Birds
get noisier as
exhaust thickens under them
on this last day of
shopping. The birds sing
loudly about lengthening
days, people be damned.
It’s like they’re coughing
not singing —- the air sicken-
ing; or just saying,
We’re here you know, in
the trees, and the trees make life
good for all of us.
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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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