St Agnes High School - Palm Yearbook (Rochester, NY)

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It is a love letter, perhaps It is a love letter, perhaps that I sent the gloomy Monday morning of October while you lain under wool with only your nose peaking into chilly air. It is a love letter, perhaps I lick each time I see you and seal each time we've said goodbye and often we send ourselves our meanness by the air, that static understanding when it happens so October sleeper rip the stamp and breath my loveliness into the damp autumn air. Barbara Dell Hall '74 Prose Poem: Inventory a human being: marked fragile easily broken afraid of falling from high to low places, wrapped in protective colorings to prevent damage. flaws in packaging may result in breakage during handling. keep closed until arrived at destination, meanwhile, handle with care. management regrets that no insurance allows for replacement of broken parts. this is a limited offer. caveat emptor. Sister Eleanor Celantani Dusk Rumpled throw rugs Pretzels and peanut shells dropped carelessly around the cracked cement floor Beer cans and wine bottles hidden hurriedly behind boxes, underneath chairs. The freshly-kissed lips now stale, left with only memories, a certain touch still felt tingling inside, Crazy laughter, meaningless words. Mary Alice Vought '75

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, , K K f - The Sun I '- f ' t A I as the triumphant ball ,.' of glory ' ' ' painted its final touches R V. of gold V a an , and pinkish glow x A X on the hfxwlx ' 2 X white, snow-capped mountain xfxf ' Q peaks, ' Y' i K-L1 the sleepy violets poked -. it X their tiny heads X Za n I s-'bo xx out of the moist X ' NX jd. X X x cool earth if Xi' 1! l ' I yawning I 1 X 7 ! Q X and bending down to touch X . X 1 their toes c 'xl , c N drinking the shimmering i ' dew i A off s ' X the jade-green grass. 1 X ' lx Mary Blasi '75 Laughter Late Summer Scene A canyon with many sand-swept sounds I love to hear boushs heave , Sifting into shut-out areas. and the grass? xtbfealtmlfg In the 311' - - Circling the gloom and squeezing out the death. to See the tfeesi Way it . A Sound Worth hearing. and the insects l y with the Wind, winningla K ay. Sally Anne Schuth '74 To feel my face hi lby the sun In contrast to my bones - damp while sitting Tasting August in the breeze while slightly appeasing the coming fall. Mary Beth Elam '74 124