There was an Eros
in the counting of species
above timberline
for a gentile boy
Kaddish in the midst of all.
Now I count the first
original, as One—-
and count the rest as seconds,
other, more than that.
The boy-now-man knows
himself among the counted
ones and still counting.
One Two THREE four: Play!
The beat goes on in the heart
mindful of dying.
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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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