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Page 2 The Clarion Literary Supplement / I rl I 4 1 n Tuesday, April 26 The Rose If arm. crimson-flushed shells (loiipted into one Hlossom n ith internal veins Expand To loosely enfold their seed Flotver To a fixed circle Closely woven by blood ties uhich Break As the non' withered crimson shells ('.rumble and Fall To sleep on eternal ground Regina Wortman I was but once a little child - if only I’d known then To take my time when growing up for I’d never be young again But age will pay for what youth’s done age learns from youth’s mistakes So when you go to sleep my child remember youth age takes Don’t be so quick to trade your toys for cars and high school rings Take time to savor the joys of the uncomplicated things Robert Hopkins de and Seek Woodcut by Greg Fitzler The Bear in Midwinter A child’s first love is tennis shoes, A very precious thing to choose. For they must be the newest style And not the least bit defiled. At first, they are so very white And carefully removed at night, But with each passing day and mile And hours in the big sand pile, They become two chunks of coal All decorated with holes. And when removed at night They’re merely tossed out of sight. A child’s shoes never stay white Nor anything else in life that’s right. Guernica Through My Eyeglass Pyramids of light shine like glass rain drops that fall heavily to the ground and on the broken sword that lay unsheathen and unsoiled within a cool, white hand. And that hand is wrinkled and withered like fruitful leaves that age so quickly, without warning, with out choice. Is it fate, or is it purpose? Suzanne Peterson These trees: so many sleek black fingers now wearing brittle crystal gloves. The sky bulges, sick with indecision: should it swallow or let go? My home is sleeping, but I have been awakened for no clear reason. Forms that do not know the cradle of the long dream wreck my only bed. The wolf is absent but I scent the rooting hound and he senses me. Regina Wortman David L. Drury
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