The first fly of Spring
makes its way up the window.
Transparency sucks.
I used to want to
get the last laugh; my poems
had these trick endings.
Nothing was really
funny. Now I catch the fly
in my hand and o-
pen the window. Let
go like that it disappears
into its own life.
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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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