“An ecstasis of
self-exceeding” came to mind
at the water’s edge.
In a red puffy
jacket she threw a tennis
ball a long way and
in her black lab plunged
after ecstatically—-
return, repeat. I
stand and watch, speechless
but for the phrase about God
becoming nothing.
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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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