Even winterized,
the masts and shrouds sing along
when there’s a good wind.
The docks rock. So with
nothing to look forward to
but good windy days
sing with the chorus:
with nowhere to go we may
as well sing along.
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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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Sing, my angel, sing! Our trees around the house have been singing these past few days…I’m not so along with the trees
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