AugPoWriMo 18

No idea where we are 
I turn toward the window
there a bank of cloud

tells me we are returning
the landscape below
insignificant unseen

bathed in daylight
filtered through us
diving beneath we see

little illumination
squares of green brown
roads lead to houses

some trees stretch boundaries
others must be torn down
for this desolate arcadia

to be within reach
all distinguishing features
the same eliminated

monotonous mountains
leveled by creatures in air
diving again as always to earth

By Joshua Keiter

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