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Memorial Day

It’s easy to lose track of the greater meaning of things,

when all you can think is, damn this cheeseburger tastes good,

and the spring sun feels pleasantly warm on your legs and a gentle breeze cools your face,

as you take a sip of mint tea,

and laugh at the intensity of your son,

as he instructs his much younger girl cousins,

on the proper mechanics of throwing a baseball.

Then,

it dawns on you,

this is the greater meaning of it.

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Categories: Poetry
  1. June 1, 2010 at 3:08 am

    Yep, been there. Good poem, Mr. Hile. Lots of involvement of the senses. You capture that moment in time well. Good images. Nice job!

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