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Show January 20, 1973 Page 3 THE MOUNTAIN FLOWER Laundro-ma- n For best results, Turn your pockets out. Brush lint from Trouser cuffs. Remove fancy sashes, Rubber coated buttons, And fur trimmed glasses. Wash from top, Your plastic coated outlook. Foam or feather pillows, Your pride begins to swallow. When machine stops, All lights go out. Your life wijl be done. Poetry by Kran Photo by Mlko CaMy . Embodied Beauty Sound of Wind The sound of wind, Blowing, twisting, piercing. Cold and terrifying. Its harassment fascinates I'll walk through, , And with it. Thinking, talking, Like a man saneless. A A scream, powerful scream, Into the air, Into the night, Into, the wind. None will hear. A release of myself, Cold and terrifying. - me. - Embodied beauty. Contrived by art, Unnatural, Yet in love with. I must be created, Soon. To please very much, To make reality, And affections, One. |