Sky the color of cancer,
malignant clouds clustered low,
black streaks southward
toward Texas and the Gulf—
so much attention paid
to the meteorological
here in Tornado Alley—
where a green sky
sends some to cellars,
some to the shadowed road.
We live in God’s Petri dish,
puny specimens,
spellbound by angry Heaven.
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