”We want to walk so we need friction. Back to the rough ground.” Wittgenstein
It’s Fall. Public Works
has torn up the sidewalk I
had made into Way.
Yellow ribbons, holes,
sawhorses where daffodils
flourished all summer.
Jackhammers pounding
concrete into dust. I stum-
ble on haiku bits.
Life is tough, the Way
is not. Myopic, lame, I’m
back on the rough ground.
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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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