Three Line Lunch: On the Braided River
a sporadic diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers
On the Braided River
Up ramp I join this braided river, its woven flow, currents and snags. Off right freeway bank
Mountains rise snow-robed. Ahead deep pink in great daubs across a lowering blue horizon.
Souls by the millions for miles upon miles by wordless agreements carve this channel.