#OctPoWriMo 2021 — Day 11: “Father October Returns”




Father October Returns

a man of smoke on the hillside
looks like somebody’s father,
an unclaimed scarecrow
shuffling with outstretched hands 

nothing fills the nihilist
like a murder of crows
greeting sundown, nothing
counts as hope
as much as a hint of autumn

the view has changed, a cluttered
room, antique, moth-ground, fluttering
fly wings on the grimy sills — 
the abode he lost scraped from
the bottom of a brown-bagged bottle

snapshot of the last Detroit skyline
you saw:      somebody’s father parts smoke
with a magic hand wave, blood &
cider mills, freakish accidents

these are the scenes your eyes
paint on these new walls

you clutter them with distractions
to hide the truth,
but the legion of 5,000 memory demons
scratch lies in the lines
of your mind

                & it’s more than a fight this time

Image by Willgard Krause from Pixabay


Published by Jennifer Patino

Poet.

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