The village subdued
this Labor Day. You’re either
out of work or know
someone who is. I
drift down to the cove to see
the cormorants. Three
crowd the deck. The breeze
swelling their wings, they wobble
in the autumn sun.
Under the pier, a
small white egret. I over-
looked it then saw it.
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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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