Simile Whim
Once upon a whim
When noting how the limb
of a tractor, under-tucks
the feed it raises up,
It seemed as though it goes
Akin to an elephant’s nose.
When later the machine
Departed from the scene
With scary points hung in
beneath the folded limb,
Its appearance was akin
to a giant scorpion.
Copyright © Hannah Borke | Year Posted 2017
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