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Dried Land

We might say it's like
a cobbled road
or pack ice broken into floes,
but there is no like

- the simile's 'like',
the quick
mental leap
into sharper focus -

for the starving man
who limps across dried land
leading a buffalo
on legs as thin as its horns.

Dried Land

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