Somewhere
in another world
she is driving
through the thick
green trees
separating the leaf
from the stem
splitting
the thick boughs
with the nose
of her car
carving tunnels
through old
resistant trunks
releasing their
ancient brown stories
into the wind
that caresses the highway
somewhere
in another world
she is moving forward
in swift transition
between where she is
now
and where she’s
going to be.
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