”… we cannot know why the world is and how it is given to be in the first place, but only that it is there, even though it could be ‘not to be’ there at all.” Takeshi Morisato
A loose-knit jumble
of cloud stretched over the Bay.
A mesh of August
light. The ill-defined
glare of it questioned the thing,
an aporia
to my walking muse.
Somewhere as summer passes
sounds the mourning dove.
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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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