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About The print. (Oregon City, Oregon) 1977-1989 | View Entire Issue (June 1, 1988)
“Passing Friend” <tfce xc^9^A lor«^^«. && Just how much you’ve given me, you’ll never know That friendly nod, a cheery word So rarely said but always heard. A smile, a generous gift in passing Sends my troubles fleeting If only for this brief meeting. Each day I retrace my routine From class to class I walk With eyes weighted down with thought. To see you passing, my heart lightens So many pass with a distant gaze Glad to find a friendly face. I know you only by your first name And you only mine But between us that is fine. Close enough to share a laugh Yet not too close to smother Passing friend, I wish I had another. by Julia Singer “Zenith” “Dear Lady” Good day, dear lady, I’m glad you could join me for lunch. Such a quaint place to meet, A side walk cafe, cafe au lait, and watercress tidbits to munch. Good evening, dear lady. How nice that you join me for dinner. To dine among these hedonistic, sybaritic, voluptuaries is a winner. Such a lovely, moonlit night, my dear. Let’s fake this honey-suckled path and enjoy the view. Would you like a night-cap, my dear? My place or your place, as the youngsters say. I leave it up to you. Your digs are your statement, dear lady. Quiet, tasteful, hospitable, charming. Would I like a drink you ask? Yes, creme de menthe on the rocks with a brandy float, an aphrodisiac most disarming. Good morning, dear lady. How lovely you look in the dawn’s honest light, framed by your hair on the pillow. As Gilbert and Sullivan would say, tit willow, tit willow, tit willow. Goodbye, dear lady. Now I must go. Your omelette will achieve great fame. By the bye, my dear, I really must know. Pray tell, dear lady, what is your name? by Joseph Patrick Lee A Potpourri of the Arts Supplement to The Print In-laws and out-laws Sisters and brothers Ex-husbands and boyfriends and significant others The faces have changed the places the times But the feelings flow on like a river in my mind My heart reaches zenith as I reach my November I fill up my mind with the Loves I remember How many times have I stood at this place Falling in love with Love’s beautiful face The river of Time has brought me great sorrow But the loves I have known take me into tomorrow by Lyhn Baker