Tony Miller

Going To Work Along Highway 32

Morning and the wisp
Of wind;

It comes down to
The steeple

In the distance; the day
Launched through

Rain. Motifs
Understated, alive,

Like nouns
Captured in endless dew.

Streets are loved
For their insinuations,

The work, the toil,
The life of speed:

Rough tar -
Rough, straight edged deliberation.

Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Poem Edited: Thursday, September 10, 2009

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  • Pia Andersson (11/8/2009 3:58:00 PM)

    'Streets are loved
    For their insinuations'
    How clever and what an interesting poet you are! !
    Wishing you joy
    Pia

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  • Cj HeckCj Heck (8/4/2009 11:24:00 AM)

    Hello Tony, nice to 'meet' you... I enjoyed this poem. Nice use of metaphor and imagery. Your work is good.
    Warm regards,
    CJ

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