The sky overfull
of clouds piled one on one on
another, light dark.
Summer thunder, and
a short shower sweetening
the dust. The sacred
sense short-circuited
as a goose with goslings e-
merged up the boat ramp
into the yard. Too-
muchness prevailed, less a un-
ity than a flow.
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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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