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Dried Land

We might say this land
is like a cobbled street,
pack ice broken into floes,
the plating on a giraffe’s hide,
but there is no like

... the ‘like’ of a simile
needs the quickness
of the mental leap
to force a way of seeing
into sharper focus...

but this can only be
dried land for the man
who limps across it
leading a buffalo
on legs as thin as its horns.

Dried Land

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