He looked up. He said,
"What do you suppose
this word means?"
He held out the magazine
to me and pointed to the page.
I walked over to the bed
and looked. He was pointing
to the word metaphor.
He said, "It must mean like
a sign, a signal of some kind."
I said, "Like from outer space?"
He said, "Yes."
I said, "Like from God?"
He said, "I don't know."
We looked at the word
metaphor for a long time.
Neither of us dared
to pronounce it. It lay there
on the white page being itself,
like a signal from outer space.
— Lewis Nordan, "Music of the Swamp"
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