I walked the crowded street today And with a twitch of imagination I planted women of the street away In a flower-bed for admiration.All were sweet peas (because I love therrr)With tenderils pushing through the grass.Some, vaihly clutching air (so many of them.)ut a few bloomed sturdily on defiant stem.With hot-house delicacy appealing Never draining misery's dew-cup brimNor knowing when the frost comesstealing.Blanche Taylor Dickinson 513 Centennial Ave. Sewickley, Pa.--------- -r - 1