REFLECTIONS ON JOB INTERVIEWS

I walk among you

in borrowed finery,

your eyes gleam and smiling lips

approve.

I stride forth

in the nature of my womanhood,

faces turn, eyes dart away..

You ignore my smiling

bright eyes,

yet I move on

withholding nothing.

So in borrowed finery I am a jewel,

in my own

a fool.

Linda Rothacker

A child saw Hur world Hazy but gay ...

But her mother Taught her To wear glasses

And the (ay Chungod

To a light gray

And a child

Sho was

Not much longer

A child saw

for world Hazy but gray..

And her teacher Taught har

To wear iron

So stamped, she died

For no ono Could take

To see her young

Pat Flanagan

AFTER A WHILE

Are we to pity, sympathize or just do what we can? When the young get old and need a helping hand. Only once we are strong and fast on our feet, Able to conquer life's hardships and endure its defeat, To not know of youth is to deny being

alive,

Then old age is a constant struggle just 40 survive. No one should live through neglent and abuse Because they appear to have lost their youth Being young is the beginning and not the end For it is someining that comg from within A child of four can be old in actions and mind So to those young only at heart, let us be kind Old people, like to talk, laugh and tell jokes too, Take my advice, for I speak of the future yout

Rita Lynn Hawkins

she rests briefly tempestuous naive

it has been a long sorrow three years long

and he face grows tired

even as she sleeps

as if a vulture

crushes her nucleus

rending forth any fruits therein

unjudiciously

or with malice.

her eyes pour forth blood

but silently

for you see

she still desires

to deceive the world.

for want of sound

she utters nothing

in a little while

she will move her head

back and forth

back and forth rhythmically

until her form collapses upon her rigid knees.

blessed is she

for the Lord answers her

he answers her every prayer

he is a good master

he never forgets her

he answers her

with flawless pronunciation

he answers her

with endless compassion

he answers her

because he is all she has left

he answers her

forming his answer in the spirit

he answers her

even before she mouths her request

he answers

he tells her

no.

It was raining. You came out from

It by way of this store door. Into this small store you came. Sooner than woon I noticed some sort of emotion

in your eyes. As you shifter your weight and turned my way, I noticed it was pain. You moved with a casual flow of sadnews, even

your polse characterized it. Something you seemed

to just have lived with for so long, you seldom gave it

a second thought.

It was a mystery as to where in your life it came

to be. And at what point it became a way of life,

It was not a mystery

It was not misery, it was mellower than that, unhappines.

You moved about not stern nor shaply looking,

unaware of my careful observance, Were you lonely?

Was it a slow passing death of a dear friend? Did you

yourself understand? Your eyes searched the paintings with an undernourished hunger craving for beauty. There was a thin margin between your eyes and greynem.

With your destiny unknown maybe to us both, you slipped out back into the rain, I could live a thousand years and

I don't think I'll ever see you again. You left

with an unwounded voice, Lonely lady, did you turn left or right,

or did you crow the street? Did you slip between the fog and drizzle? Did you go home and feed your cat very carefully?

And the unknown song you were humming, are you still humming it Late in the night with no ears but your own to listen? With your life that is only your own, where are you now? I'll never know your name, but I'll forever love you, lovely lady,

You are mystic

Carol Fitzgerald

TUESDAY

8 cups of coffee

p.a. griffin

and 1 pack of cigarettes

I feel sick

I think I will visit the bathroom

(flush away the blues)

only to start over...

A coffee please

-

no cream,'

Jackie Weser)

page 7/What She Wants/September 1974