Nicole Lyons

Under Red Skies

That night we smoked cigarettes
and talked of the red skies
that hung over us, above
right shoulders just East
of town.

And although it was winter
and chaos danced
with the blowing snow,
I felt the heat
of those red skies.

It was somewhere
inside of forty-five
mile an hour winds
and the second bottle
of wine
where I fell in love.

© Nicole Lyons 2016

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