It's Still Life

A Moment

October.
Is gone.

It’s another new-born month

with a new mask
that’s scented and pressed
deep into me

like a salty hook pulling
me back to the sea,

or wind
forking through dry leaves
on bare branches

or stuttering sounds
of playing cards pegged on
bicycle spokes.

The sea has turned cold,
the water
bites my toes,

but only for a moment.

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