We children on New
Year’s Eve would watch TV — the
big bands in New York,
wherever that was.
They danced under the big lights.
I’d had enough and
at midnight I’d go
outside. The desert air was
clear and full of stars
yet light years away.
I watched as they danced and was
pierced by the distance.
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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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