A Glistening Arc

I'm not sure if this qualifies as a poem or a short, short, short story. It is what it is.

A flat sheet of wet, black macadam reflecting a white sickle moon and the echoes of folding metal swallowed by the dark. Shatter glass buckling, a spider web glowing in the halo of fluorescent headlights.

The memory of a single cobweb, floating, lazy in the bleach of afternoon sunlight and a loop of spittle frozen against the dashboard. White teeth in a camera flash. 
 

Potential and kinetic energy, stretched taut to the point of breaking. A glistening arc.

Reviews

[Stephen]

Umm ..the theme`s pretty good but you should consider it as a story not as a poem cus, it`s appeared as a very short story write to me. Anyway, I simply liked reading this piece!

[Brad MacDonald]

Thanks for the feedback. I've changed it's category so it's now a story. Cheers!

[Stephen]

Pleasure! Yeah .. I got it now. Cheers, Pal!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

a flash...a shot, the moment of impact captured..in a glistening arc.

i suppose if put more into poetic form we would have a clear definition of what this is...but it rolls off the tongue in its present form...and it worked for me.

[Brad MacDonald]

Thanks, Jacob! I confess I don't know much about poetic form so I treat this little pieces as super short, abstract stories.