In the cool of the
morning on a summer day,
I am grounded in
the cool of the morn-
ing. The air in my nose de-
fines me in terms of
nothing. There’s also
this fact that I am we, that
is, articulate.
Being is multi-
form. I listen to the birds,
they sing our being.
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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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