Tony Miller Poems

There is no good reason to let anger grow.
The ones who are empty will remain
That way, lost in their own foggy lives,
As if the thick white cumulous is a
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She absorbed more smoke than top paper walls.
With that bleach-blonde hair,
golden as roving suns, she could
draw it down, the smoke, and the dreams
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My older brother taught
Me how to swim
Or tried at least in the brackish beach
Water,
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It was rather beautiful day.
She asked me to hold her kite, while she
Went to get more string,
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Morning and the wisp
Of wind;

It comes down to
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We were kids once
and longing for
individuality, so
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