There are strains added
every night as Fall falls
fast. New singers join
the cricket chorus
outside my window. It’s hard
not to want to join
them night after night.
Some strident, some gentle, all
part of the rapture.
Powerlessness is
bliss. Absolving music brings
sleep and a cold dawn.
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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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