October (poem)
October
A man looks into a darkened room
The eternal you your coffee in the morning
The justice heaven allots to your portion
The you snagged from the heat-profile of your being
3D printed on a 3D printed mug
The room is dark, but the open door throws light
Curtains and music pulse and ebb
She on the bed the woman he expects
A car passes and a glimpse of her face disquiets
The morning is one in October
Warm the day before raining now
Rain on fallen leaves an old conspiracy
A walk to school a new pair of shoes
He laughs, he is almost nervous
But the figure his familiar friend
He tries for the switch but its back to him
At the window now he begins to doubt
No, the morning is one in October
The doors are missing from the house
The ghost of you sits like a scarecrow, a Guy
The brand of your knowledge burned in aurora
He doubts but without light steps in
The creature’s revolving face alien
Better here to withdraw the lens
Revelation will start to seem comic, plastic
Overcredited, too freely propagated
Procrastinated, falsely validated
Strange month this and April
Change, the season asks you, change
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(2019, Stephanie Foster)