Going To Work Along Highway 32 Poem by 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.
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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'Streets are loved For their insinuations' How clever and what an interesting poet you are! ! Wishing you joy Pia