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A Simile poem By Stanley Cook Like the white curls from a gigantic beard Drifting across the barber’s shop floor In the breeze from the open door; Like the broken parts of the ice floe Afloat on the blue of the ocean, Drifting southward from the Pole; Like a heavily laden treasure fleet In a light wind on the calm sea, Hardly moving with all sails set; Like suds of foam from the waterfall That lathers the rocks at its foot, Gliding over a tranquil pool; Like wool from a fleece, Like smoke from a fire, Like islands in the sky.
