Sparrow, Poet

Between pink worn bricks
the sparrow finds something and
with short, thick, pointed

bill cracks it open.
It holds my attention now
as when it happened.

Poets are like that.
What keeps us going is hard
old words like ‘exist.’

We pry them apart
and suck the ‘is’ from the ‘out’
and out the first thing.

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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