POEMS BY JO ALLYN

RAIN

Rain is my climate,

Sharp and biting as tears

Or softly misting,

Anonymous and strangely warn. Rain wraps me in a fog blanket

Hiding my face as I search

For another face that is hidden. Shall we pass each other Nameless in the night?

Perhaps within a sheltering door Rain will lend us conversation And we will find a new world Together in the rain.

AWAKENING

I have heard what I have heard, Seen what I have seen,

I have wakened from ny dream Been what I have been.

I have known what I have known,

Lain where I have lain,

Never will I dreaming sigh,

But know it all again.

HURRY! ROOM FOR SIX MORE ONLY!

A group of limited number is being formed in the San Francisco bay area for a series of discussions on the problem of raising children in a deviant relationship. Anyone interested in joining this group should contact us immediately, as there is room for just six more. Informal discussions will be led by social workers in nursery schools and parent-education. Phone Del Martin VAlencia 4-2790 for your reservation.

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