Parallel World
This is a land of forests and lakes and narrow, winding roads with few cars or people. So it's pure chance to encounter an industrious dwarf driving a giant tree forward at a pace barely above a crawl. He gladly stops to show off the mechanism inside the hollow trunk—an assemblage of gears and levers. I ask, Where's your windshield? There isn't one. A jerry-rigged system of rear-view mirrors lets him see where he's been. Moving forward requires driving by feel. The tree, alive and well, is happy to be on the move after occupying one spot for millennia.
half-lifted eyelid
a line of clouds across
the dawn sky
a line of clouds across
the dawn sky
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Cynthia Anderson loves exploring the relationship between dreams and reality. She has published 14 poetry books, most recently a collection of haiku and senryū titled Heartwood (Cholla Needles, 2026). Her work has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize, the Best of the Net, and the Touchstone Awards. Cynthia is co-editor of A Bird Black as the Sun: California Poets on Crows & Ravens. She has lived in California for over 40 years. www.cynthiaandersonpoet.com
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