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Show . POET'S Af CORNERS if EDITED BY MtfWtmk ) l NIK HOUGEN iji2 Why feel lonely there's always you but for few is that enough We need others-need others-need but often use we grope along and out seeking roots or earth for such dry river beds running only How a short time we bloom, but fade to bloom again sonic future day or dry and fade nevermore to bloom again. Bruce Goodman DESERT DAWN The dawn came stealing, softly, slowly. Driving back the desert dark; The morning star gleamed rcdlv, brightly. Above the little rock-rimmed park. A spark glowed in the dying campfirc The wanderer built the night before; A morning breeze stirred through the ashes. And drove them acrost the valley floor. The hungry mules tugged at their halters. Started coaxing for their grain and hay. And the teamster stirred again in his blankets, Then arose to greet the newborn day. Frank D. Lemon Moab I love your winter days wrought from a cold crystal haze setting in the sun to dry between red stone walls in the shadow of the La Sals you breathe the warm steam of humanity 1 love your winter girls bundled in fur and fresh smiles wide eyed with secrets at the frontier's edge . the lean cowboys come in from the hills kicking the snow from their boots the slreetcorner freaks ice in their beards beaming like bright water thoughts full of smoke and the summer the tour guides and the turquoise merchants mer-chants talking about their trade and the weathers way and the steady Colorado Colo-rado just north of town water low moving slow laden with doilies of ice that slip silently past the portals beyond (he uranium pall dissolving in a labyrinth of vacant meanders that carry the winter downstream Greeorv M. Gnesios |