The daily Nebraskan. ([Lincoln, Neb.) 1901-current, December 04, 1972, Page PAGE 9, Image 9

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this last poor kiss
the small white bandstand
on the courthouse square
screams in hopping leaves
and flapping flaking paint
"I am dying, Egypt, dying"
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drove down to Kansas for dinner
gram&grandad bon&jim
family and me
had hamburger steak
and creme de menthe sundaes
that's gone now
on the way back the slate hiway
the headlights caught fireflies
made the cornfields explode
World War II
small town America
my father's adolescent fantasies
dusty roads fishing gram
heavy in the kitchen
freckles' cold nose and warm eyes
grown old as I was born,
cut adrift, children gone
trips down frightened me
as a child,
ichabod crane flights
headlong from headless fields
. into the dark old farm town
a warp of flame,
fire like strawberry wine,
could take the tinder town.
It could be no less gone.
Scott Stewart
photo by Dan Ladely
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Silence slowly smothers cinders
Neither noise nor nothing' known
Objects onward; offers, honors
Where were we, wandering one?
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To fill the void with something
With something I have toyed '
Complete could mean but one thing
To fill the void with void
Robert Brehm
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It makes no difference where I go
There's just one thing that won't go
slow-my mouth
Should I slip or fall on either ice or
the snow
Never fails there's disgust and it
hollers "Oh no"-my mouth
The dictionary explains such words as
Evidently it remembers more about
noise-my mouth
There are just a few who can always
be quiet
The look I receive says "Why don't
you tie it"-my mouth
I guess it does travel when it really
should stop
I've been told it's speedier than any
top-my mouth
All our sports are such fun year after
I'd never deny it to stand up and
cheer-my mouth
At times I feel it's been unfairly
But again I know it should have been
tamed-my mouth
There is a day coming with no more
to be said
And I know you can guess it has to be
dead-my mouth
-Phyllis Fosbender J
monday, december 4, 1972
daily nebraskan
page 9
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