The sky wept blood red tears 
Onto the parched landscape
Forgotten apparel
Sway limply in the dead draft
Ruby Dust settles on neglected items
Lifeless items
&nbsp;&nbsp;A monster approaches
Ready to swallow the world
And crush it with crimson teeth
Red Fingers as gentle as feathers
Yet ready to suffocate&nbsp;&nbsp;
With strength of a thousand tigers
Armageddon is approaching
Death will be brought unto all

joanne-chan

Drysdale: Red landscape

flipping baseball cards
in the flippin' school yard
pictures up, stats down
Drysdale, Koufax, Mantle, Spahn
or vice versa all around

retirement income source lost on the playground...