It's Still Life

A Wednesday in October

I.
I am wearing long socks and music, and watching clouds turn angry. The morning’s been a car chase — after notes, after sounds. The clock’s ticking, lending the day its rhythm.

II.
He wears old dark colours. Wool and boots. Leaves dropping all around him. The bones of trees are bent his way, and he takes no notice.

III.
He looks up. Sees me at the window. Waves. It’s getting real stormy out there. He stands with wind’s pleasure, as if it’s heavenly knowledge. Smiles.

IV.
The storm rakes the windows. The roof tiles. It’s music of the day, and I call him in for lunch before the weather can wear him thin and raw.

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