Today’s mantra—-it’s
Independence Day—-is the
same: a tense togeth-
ness of not self and
being at home with being.
Not really a word.
The village over-
flows with tourists thin and fat.
Draped in flags. It’s hot.
Tonight fireworks. I
will gather the cats and wait
it out on the bed.
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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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