Thinking of a photograph
I try to drive towards the sunset.
Veering off course
chasing a golden moment
in which the purple haze sky
explodes behind cranes and razor wire
burning up the sea
I glance from the traffic
down long lines of glazed brick terraces
framing the dark drama of back lit clouds
and the promise of a shoreline
but by the time I can turn
I am too late
heaven's fire is extinguished
the deep blue of early night has fallen
and I am on earth again.
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