Draft poemlet from the air

A river red winding widening and thickening
color changing

Flying through layer of clouds
thin coverlet above
cotton batting stretched thin below
tiles of fields peak through

In the distance the sun bleaches the whites
stronger than promised
by the bottles advertised at 3:15 pm.

Oxbow dancing
river winding twisting…
A land alive, but not like butte & canyon

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