A warm night in Spring.
Laughter from the neighbor’s porch.
An eerie lit sky.
I can’t tell between
mania and depression.
I twist in my sheets.
Horace’s ideal—-
the togetherness of mad-
ness and sanity—-
keeps me from sleeping,
or the hair of that girl at
the Farmer’s Market.
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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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