THE SUN, Thursday, October 22, 1981, page 6 
     
    
   
   
    
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     Bird; Bread 
     
    
   
   
    
          
     
    
   
   
    
     Ice Clc'es . Finger's , sensible warm, dived single bird's, 
     
     _’ desperate trapped in stupid flight.  ‘ 4 
     
     {33; John MacLean ' misting, wrist'thick, thread's of bread dough \ 
     
     ice cicles that hang from the frost laden rim knotted: damp and dunb in a p001 0f crusting flour. 
     
     Have no appeal to the eye because of light Eye's now mute to mime: an echo of breath expelled. 
     
     that.s too dim . away from mine; your hand, now raised, wipes 
     
     To bring out the rainbow that hides there within sweat from your lip, like a child clear's tear's 
     
     Those daggers of ice that hide their wet drOpS in a shadowed corner. 
     
     of sin. ‘ ‘ ‘ 
     
     I - ' The blind erratic flight, halted, breath caught 
     
     V Trad I tlon in'a empty mid-air you patting Hound's perfect 
     
     by T. Fralks I stiff dusted, seeming musty like the iron over starched cloth. 
     
     The clock is sliding out the window, off 2a pile Drfss Caught: 1391‘” tweled thigh'sr fluttered ‘ 
     
     thin breezes, outward, frcm plodding hip's. ' ' 
     
    
   
   
    
     of battered books. Someone says this could be 
     
    
   
   
    
     serious, but I know it's better than it looks. I Sponng band's over open lip's‘ eye's POised for‘PUIPOSe? 
     
    
   
   
    
     fallowed your eye glide - sotneone's-stolen hand _- .- _ , 
     
     traced the flight to sky. I I , p -3 & 
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
     by D. MacDonald 
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
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     Butterfly quick: your touch I . Wa-t- f ‘ 
     
     kisses me — into a rock solid mass - of I togedoihzogérfaoe of things. 
     
     raging motion: ' b - - I ' 
     
    

    
     . . . rushing and smoothing ’ 
     
     a rapid burst of foaming meeting: bubbled - ' I 
     
     over Stone lumps in my throat: . Away sudden wrinkles and crumb's. 
     
     Eye blazed relentless mid morning: this morning the "find 
     
     sun hazing: ’ . - ' - . 
     
     where finger limbs stretched leaf shaking: r  gigegigeélgzrdzfiomuige Shoulder 8' 
     
     touch 7 ' - - » ' ‘ f 
     
     to ane: sand gritted against my teeth, giggiwaltmgly tOUChed the surface Of . 
     
     . riffpées Churned brown edges: ' like a forgotten lyric» that made me jump at 
     
     caug t. I a school dance once; 
     
    

    
     ' Who are you, here one hand outreached to 
     
    
   
   
    
     14—. {I ,   .M:  {v.2 jar, 43,. :1. 
     
     Emptiness embraces me with both her hollow arm's. , e      s.» “ ~  ‘ 
     
     Tickling ice cold palm's up and. down my warmth. 
     
     Cruel and sudden, winding both her legs 
     
    

    
     Of frozen gaping space. 
     
    

    
     Laughter cracking like finger joint '5 in my ear. 
     
     Singing and whispering my silent contract. _ 
     
     Pushing, knee's drawn up, I slide onto the iced floor 
     
     Laying flat, my warm. trickled a snake path. 
     
    

    
     And my finger's stopped on that froze thin glass; 
     
    
   
   
    
     Left little fat 0.5. 
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
     Tribute To‘The UPEI Soccer Club 
     
    
   
   
    
     from the genius of Patti Bradley Th- . l ceded I- 
     
     Once a month the moon turns full ‘ f gtljr 18:03:: van, EePaSS‘DnOe' "Pt? 
     
     Ami brightens the entire Sky / ~ More hire bum: but this  oh ino' ‘ 
     
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     I recall seing a number of moons , 77 Someone saw more I _ their Share. ‘4 
     
    
   
   
    
     But these ones fastly flew by. r _  
     
     "There's KeVin, andkMit—Cht and may I  fl 
     
    
   
   
    
     ' It aliwgegiaagiog #2226233? afternoon ‘ ‘ ‘ But who is the. one over there?" ~ ', . V, 
     
     The field hockeguteam wag oif’f to mncton  girls laughed, ted, and shouted together 
     
     _ ' ‘ "The one with thedark black hair'! - » 
     
    
   
   
    
     And the soccer team to Sackville, Mount A. 
     
     Three times the vans were in hot pursuit. ‘— a 
     
    
   
   
    
     After the games it was back home once again And each . 7 it never failed {I V n h 
     
     teams mat on the dOCk ‘ The bare littel bums 'were completely exposed 
     
     The field hockey team had Barb at the wheel Shaving 7,] skim _ , 9 but  y T,“  
     
    
   
   
    
     The soccer team had Sandy, the Doc. y 
     
    

    
     . . _ ' ‘ ‘ "Three point five" was a   4'  . 
     
    

    
     3‘3"" m the Vans and °nt° the mad I For what the girls had    
     
     Barb took a gallant lead ,, . _v . .,,  .7 , .V  ,  _ 
     
    

    
     .. - Three pOint five .gfor seven little b V. 
     
    

    
     .«Jay in the back were the soccer boys van , y I .y The point fivé forlrdreativitya 
     
     Just waiting and planning to tease. ~ , V,    A  a   
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
         
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     A little eltbarrassed  shy were‘theguys  
     
    
   
   
    
     Wtfiggfififigfiifmm* immmWssesmsmem- 
     
     ‘ All eyer were glued to the bare little bums . The ggésbigltband but $6; _ 
     
     ' ' ‘ r 1:1. um Y seen .    v 
     
    
   
   
    
     The bare little burs and their bods. A « _ 
     
     ‘ So] now the situation is-  air 
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
     Seven little bums all in a row ‘ . “  aecide I] W.» er in the  .- 
     
     Shouts were heard fromthe girls. I say I y all Winhands i I] .5 t.. y 
     
    

    
     II I ' l ' l ‘ I ~ . i  . . . f- . 
     
    

    
     That 5 Larry! No, it s JOhn, No it s Scottie I m sure! But 10.5 I] one with all the a k black hair? ‘ 
     
    
   
   
    
     I know I've seen that one before!" .  ‘