Coronavirus XLIII (marsh grass)

My village is small,
the bay would be far too big
without the marsh grass.

Whenever I leave
the village, it is to see
the yellow marsh grass.

The same above and
below, the marsh grass. Why do
I watch the waves flow?

You ground me so that
when a great white egret steps
out I’m cool with it.

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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