Red Sky

Red Sky at night, sailor’s delight
or so the tale goes; but I wonder
what those sailors would have made of
last night. Red sky didn’t stay up in the sky.
Our hands, our features, the buildings, the air itself
were red, not just a tint to the sky above.
A hot red orange sky hung down to the ground
for a few moments, before the thunderclouds
cast a darker shadow over all
Red sky, all at warning.


July 30, 2007 18:53

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