The sky looked like swamp water this evening.
The kind you make at an elementary school birthday party,
Mixing five different kinds of pop together in your cup,
Each turning the other a darker, murkier color.
The sky looked like that today,
After the sun dipped below the horizon.
And its diminishing rays mixed with the gloomy slush clouds,
Layering color after color until the blue was navy,
And the green was spooky;
And they mingled together.
Sloshing into one another,
Until the night drunk it down.