Who is it appeals
to me in the wild grasses —-
blue arrow, soft rush —-
now that I live on
the East Coast? A child wanders
in the Sierra,
a grizzled man sits
by the Bay. Lowly grasses
the same vocation.
Cooling off today
this mono ku eel grass waves
up from under.
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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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Metaxyturn Diaries 
The ground of being under the poet’s feet gives rise to teh poem and the reader who without it would not be a reader. The eel grass is elegant and simple evoking the one-line haiku form and embodying that simpklicyt of what gives that ground of being to be. So teh memories and reveriies of the poem spin for the reader as she enters the poet’s response to the gift. the poem is melancholoy without being heavy, instead calling us to feel the proper weight of things and beings in the dance of being.
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