Sometimes I feel
like an udderless child
running rudderless
in slow idle
and sometimes I feel
with my fingers
which 70 years ago
wrapped around cow teats
as I squish squish squeezed
hot milk into foaming froth
before sun rise rose
on 40 acre silence
my forehead warm on her flank
cats waiting milk shot
in the long ago
the far away
visiting me today
then thread unraveling now
– Smith, 1.22.2026
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