the sky a silver grey
with few blue spots
that promised sun
a lie the whole day
instead the air rose like
miasma from a swamp
thick on the skin
thick in the lungs
and still no sign
of the lightning
we were promised
floating and leaving no trace
the sky a silver grey
with few blue spots
that promised sun
a lie the whole day
instead the air rose like
miasma from a swamp
thick on the skin
thick in the lungs
and still no sign
of the lightning
we were promised