It was rather beautiful day. <br />She asked me to hold her kite, while she <br />Went to get more string, <br /> <br />And I stood as the sun carried me as high <br />As the lightweight toy of color, <br />Into the rays and their remarkable space. <br /> <br />She returned with her string and her smile, <br />And I thought nothing could be better <br />The breeze and memory I was about to possess, <br /> <br />Better than Proust in his closed off room <br />Or Emily struggling to recreate Amherst. <br />Sure, it could be art, or love in the city-owned grass.<br /><br />Tony Miller<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spring-coincidences/
