Reincarnation – foto Smith
Two short poems, same title, same subject, from one couple, 45 years apart, one written at 21, the other at 39.
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reincarnation
born again
worn again
— Lady K, 2.7.2012
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Reincarnation
How weary do I journey on my way
Travel metered not by mile but by day
Seeking naught the moment signing this way’s end
But instead the mending of my last way’s wend
— Smith. 1967
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She won that one. This one too.
Yesterday as we were starting our walk I stopped and stooped to fix my shoe, saying, “If we’re walking down that hill, I have to tighten my laces.”
“What, too loose to trek?” she quipped to my shortened stature.
Smith 0, Lady 2.
Happy Valentine’s Day to my love. In this one we both win infinity to infinity.
9 lives – foto Smith