Cynthia Anderson

In My Dreams

One of my former clients is now a realtor. She tells us our house is worth $20 million. At last, we think—someone who sees its true value. In waking life, we can get less than 1/20 of that.

climbing rose
no place to go
but up

I ask my grown niece where she’s living this month—a time warp to childhood years of joint custody. She smiles and says she’s staying with my brother. Where the presents are.

faux mistletoe
some Santas
last forever

My best friend, the heiress, is back. I’m always happy when she makes an appearance—and she’s glad to see me, too. Fast asleep, I forget how long we’ve been estranged.

star jasmine
wishing on
and on and on

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About the Author

Cynthia Anderson has published 13 poetry collections, most recently The Far Mountain (Wise Owl Publications, 2024) and Arrival (Sheila-Na-Gig Editions, 2023). She has lived in California for over 40 years. See more of her work at  www.cynthiaandersonpoet.com.

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