September change

Standing in front

of the Metropolitan, next

to the street, he stares

as she disappears, enclosed

in yellow, surrounded

by the vaporous exhausts

of a hundred thousand sets

of moving parts, wheeling

forward, going somewhere,

leaving him standing, not

comprehending, daffodils

dropping singly from his hand

to his feet. He looks up

to the entrance

of the Metropolitan, back

from the street, and knows

he must sit in front

of one painting,

only one, the one called

September.

At dVerse Poets today, the poetics prompt is change. To see other poems submitted, please visit the site.

Painting: September, by Gerhard Richter (2005), Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York.