Labor Day Verses

Labor Day. No hot
dogs sizzle on the grill, no
wild games of frisbee.

The parks are empty.
Everybody is at work.
Is hypocrisy

our way of life now?
On this absurd holiday,
sacrifice this verse,

curse capital and
bless St Simone: workers need
poems more than bread.

Author: Tom D'Evelyn

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 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 and other sites.

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