Taking a break I
watch a white egret stalk
its shadow. Ashes
drift in the shallows.
No end to revolution,
Sons of Liberty.
Freedom from, freedom
to? Basho says experienced
poets repeat them-
selves. Desire persists.
All legs and neck and wings, still
in lift off sublime.
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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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