Tony Miller

Spring Coincidences

It was rather beautiful day.
She asked me to hold her kite, while she
Went to get more string,

And I stood as the sun carried me as high
As the lightweight toy of color,
Into the rays and their remarkable space.

She returned with her string and her smile,
And I thought nothing could be better
The breeze and memory I was about to possess,

Better than Proust in his closed off room
Or Emily struggling to recreate Amherst.
Sure, it could be art, or love in the city-owned grass.

Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 26, 2009
Poem Edited: Sunday, April 26, 2009

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  • Elysabeth FaslundElysabeth Faslund (5/6/2010 4:29:00 PM)

    And, I only THOUGHT I had read bad poetry before this poem! HA! New levels have been set, going down, down, down....bye, bye.

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  • Max Strong (9/3/2009 9:15:00 PM)

    Dude, be real. This is awful in so many ways. I wonder if you are intentionally trying to put out bad poem to see who rates it as a good one. Even the dipshits on poem hunter know this is garbage.

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  • metamorphhh (aka jim crawford) (7/7/2009 9:35:00 PM)

    This is a lovely reminiscence, Tony. Perfect moments are so few, but they leave a lasting trace, don't they? You've re-created (or created, as the case may be) the feeling nicely, I think.

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