Anyone for Tennis?
The sky is angry with the earth
the clouds billow
in a bilious way
their formations ominous
their greys tinged with green like nothing that I’ve ever seen they look vengeful
they look mean
they’re banking in an awful way
they look like they‘re saving up for the day of reckoning
their portents threatening
the apocalypse beckoning with unfamiliar menace.
Anyone for tennis?
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