inflated to the size of small ponds, their brims shimmering with flowers. I see them waiting at intersections, walking the streets, at the square, high in the air, everywhere-
Each one holds an invisible magnifying glass, and won't be seen without it.
Under the sensible deciduous tree, prehistory shrinks to a point of view. Dew trembles upon the intricacies of a jungle: teeming tree-ferns, over-sized flowers, clearings, pungent mud. It goes for miles and miles. I gaze down through a chaos in the canopy, searching for Brachiosaurus, the biggest of them all.
Suspended over rivers and creeks of swirling cobblestone, they are like miniature cable-cars stopped mid-flight, letting light admire the view.
enormous burrs, catching at the clouds.
Like fish in a coral from The Giant Reef, yellow flowers collect in its branches, sway in gentle currents, catch the sunlight.