I am too easy.
Grounded by age and bad health,
I listen to the
yachts across the bay,
the rigging and little bells,
restless in the slips.
Exhausted by wow,
it’s astonishment, the bite
of being, so like
grief, that brings me out,
the masts cleaving the blue, the
too-muchness of things.
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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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