September Mask

September face

torn by autumn

up against the wall,

and the fall is long.

 

across the street

trees dance in glory

and radiant romance.

 

his feet are frozen,

rooted and bare,

layered in mud.

 

can’t go back,

unable to proceed.

seeds become sterile.

 

painted by the season

his September face

is a wasted mask.

 

poem and photo by clinock. image by unknown poster artist.

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14 thoughts on “September Mask

  1. At first I was going to quote …up against the wall, and the fall is long. and respond with ‘Nice wordplay. Feels very noirish, those lines…contrasting with the joys of vibrant autumn!’ Then I realized …no. wait. this isn’t one noirish moment….it’s all crisis except for one stanza. So now I wonder, is ‘he’ a tree or a person at a place or stage in his life?

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