This poem is 7 years older than my wife Lady K.

For Sooth

As the fan efficiently whirls
air throughout time and space
those lore-laden history filled swirls
are now used for cooling my face.

Breaths inhaled by Caesar abroad
then exhaled by Christ when cross strung
those wavering wistuals of god
are now used for filling my lung.

Wind whistling through hand pierced by nail
wind whittling the whining as goal
these winds wild in wanting to wail
are now used for soothing my soul.

— Smith, 1965

Making myself larger by Lady K – foto Smith

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