Rivers seen and unseen,

Streams swallowed by their fed green,

Wander the land—

A land painted brown, red, green and tan,

Traced in a grid of empty roads

As far as the eye can see,

Under the white-blue haze.

Crawling with interlinked snakes of green—

Ever widening,

Ever reaching,

Converging in a sprawling green immensity,

Distant, greening,

Reflective with the blinding, yellow-orange haze,

Crowning the distant land that failed to drink the sun.

-What seems to be the Missouri Watershed, suffused in cloud, from 34,000 feet