I am Cat Wang hang-
ing out in Tom’s window as
still clouds gather and
high summer shimmers.
I sense the origin of
coming and going,
the absolute sweet-
ness of being at all. It’s
irritating when
poor Tom listens to
the radio: more mass shootings,
more rage. He fixes
on what just happened—-
is there no limit to news?
We live in Troubled
Times now. He used to
read Chinese poems to me:
mind knows beyond cloud.
Last line from David Hinton, Classic Chinese Poetry, p 157.
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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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