WORK IN PROGRESS
You kill me, I said.
You looked off to the pond where
a white egret stalked.
You kill me, I said.
I looked where you were looking.
The egret plunged its
long white neck and
drew it out shining, throbbing.
You kill me, you said.
That made me happy. We were
young, we spoke our minds.
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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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