I used to object
to the sight of the flag on
light posts, gazebos,
gas stations. But
I now call New England home.
Sun, showers, wind, snow
all wear the red white
and blue. Reflection reclaims
time’s provocations.
True, holidays, like
drink, can make a difference;
most days no one cares.
Red white and blue now
shine from being’s excess shades
beyond our naming.
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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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