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Poem knows
that the sounds that delight him
Aild one night are sounds of wet sidewalks.
suddenly
Pat Lawson
I am preoccupied with sidewalks,
sidewalks wet with rain. The Cat
v..'heIn was a little girl
The cat rests,
(afraid of dogs and other Peering sphinx-like
little girls), Out of opal eyes.
there was a long, long ugly sidewa'lk Seeing or dreaming--
covered Hith We know not
dead Where she wanders
short In that mystic mind.
The cat rests,
skinny Smoothing satin
red Coat with textured tongue;
Pr.aerringand purring,
worms--worms after morning rain. ~{Gj_lcontent
And my little girls' shoes Dark enigma,
avoided them. Far ~eyond man's world.

Wnce there was a rainy sidewalk, Louise Silnmons
good to walk on becaRse my
god, my more-than-revered teacher, Time
was there laughing at me
in the rain. Long before clocks and
Similar inventions,
Wet sidewalks crunched with foot- Time had born wings
sounds Despite all good intentions.

the countless sleepmess nights Even without you
(now vague memories served Tune "tfillgo on--
up on pretty paper to please From minute to hour,
the ears of stupid listeners Dawn to dawn.
who think they know poetry,
but Vlho can't, for they A decision is pending,
have not lived it). A change must be made,
Work to be done,
I ran away and into the arms of A debt to be paid.
insanity
There's plenty of time,
(beautiful, tempestuous I'm still in my youth.
source of word-thoughts), Procrastinate? Never!
crying and afraid Why, the work is uncouth!
and proud and anxi.ous ,
revering the loneliness. A H3.rning, I give you
If this is ;your pout--
And so three memories of wet Time is eternal,
sidewal.ks pervade my thoughts But life goeth out.
until I tuck them away with the
memories of a green morning Patricia Stahl
and memories of buttercups.
Perhaps someday I'll bring them out

again--
and thoughts of wet sidewalks--
and cover them with green sprigs of

parsley-words.
till no one

no one
no one