Poem-A-Day: Day 259

Night Photography

Under the sweet smell of night
eyes capture the long draw,
the long measure
of a small arrow of light screaming
in tiny explosions across the sky.
Under the sweaty draw of black,
back-dropping the gray architecture
representing a mind
lost somewhere in the shadows
of night skies silhouetted.
Under the jet black architecture skies
the records are made and kept
in tiny notebooks,
a single page repeating
over, and over, and over, and over.
Under the repetition of kept messages,
the night sky fades from grays to whites
and the memory recedes
somewhere into the annals of time
where it will be remembered tomorrow.