DPF / Herrera

For ways of travel, real and surreal, from Senegal Taxi, by Juan Felipe Herrera, our Poet Laureate.

from Mud Drawing #32. Ibrahim, the Village Boy / by Juan Felipe Herrera

…I slowed my taxi I opened the soft door stepped out Sahel too and Abdullah the waters of the ocean flushed us out of the taxi on a round street under the dark winged stone of the sun.

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