Plaid earthen blanket, dull greens and browns
spread taught across the flat expanse below
wrinkled only by gullies
torn open by the streams that made them ages ago

A music box of little ponds, one long twisted river and a speckling of tin roofs sparkle
played by the Sun
passing by overhead

I stare out the window at a fresh jet stream
left by a plane just moments ago

I’ve been living in a dismembered dog, chasing its tail