A SEPTEMBER AFTERNOON

An autumn landscape devoid of movement.

Still. Stopped. Perhaps, ended.

Whatever word you want to use.

Or silence. Silence howls through it.

Enraged, impotent silence.

Above, the milky-gray abyss.

Below, orange, green and shades of brown.

It looks like a well-made prop for a stage.

As long as you watch it from the one,

correct direction to keep up the illusion.

18.09.2017