September 13, 1974 9:15 p.m. Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri

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Significance

I
		Thank you for today
			And don't feel sad
		I know it was short
			But it wasn't that bad.

		We can still breathe
			We can be thankful for that
		And through times like these
			May our friendship grow fat.

Sincerity abounds when, like logarithmic equations,
our balance is lost to the odds.
And after all today was Friday the 13th - 
and I feel it was bad luck for me too.

Sure I know this kind of thing has
never happened to me - 
But then you have never happened to me.
And in three short days  - (although it doesn't
even equal to 24 hours) - of knowing you
I find I'm feeling the strongest feeling
I can for you
And I miss you because we're not together
all the time - 
And I think I may love you
(lest I be hesitant or nay)
(I don't act it - but then who can)
I'm only a human being - 
But you are a living poem.

II
At one time
I could write 
Magnificent metaphors
Staggering similes
	I could personify the flawless clouds
	The nagging wind, the birdlike breezes
I could poetically round up the
world of dictionaries for my use
and then describe a person as a god.

But when I think of you
I find I cannot think too straight
I find my poetic sense is not a sense at all

So I will let you be my poem

Because I feel that you will alway rhyme.

1974

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