I was the rear light

Like a primitive thought, parts of me were created
in a defeated river’s dried furrow, a smell of earth was lifted
it was a solitary tree in nothing
in a brown, dried-
desert, you could say
the Oasis was a glimpse of me
and the river was still there under
it was noticeable on the scent
that moisture that never fools.

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