sundown.
the sun was slipping
below the horizon,
orange and red—
looking like a
balloon being squashed
until it would pop
like an over-full mosquito.
in the East,
it had already gone dark
but no moon or starts were
visible—
they had been hidden by
low, ominous clouds.
thunder rumbled its warning
in the distance as if to say,
“i’m coming for you.”
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