As when you begin
to dance in your chair (your song
blasting the radio),
something deep down things
wells up and over and flows
and you flow within it
for a time. What gives
from overfull to over-
full through you —- you, stupid
with wonder? Praise it
with an extra syllable
closing each stanza-O.
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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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