The Moment - Anne Clark

Late april

Late evening

Powder blue sky

Cools and fades

To a neutral tone of grey

No hue

No reflections

Silhouettes

— skeletons of steel

Take shape

On the horizon

Iron takes the places of air

Each breath tasting bitter warm

Like blood

Night descending

In phosphorous little drops

Into my eyes

Sharper than the moment

My stomach tightens

As in acceleration cars

Or at the certainly of s**

And doesn’t pass

This is where the day has led me

This is asa far as I have come