there is one chair on the wooden floor
the walls are bare
the figure in the chair
faces the window
faces away
the light from three rooms back
as if from three years back
casts shadows on the figure

outside the window
the last wisps of summer
float like smokey ribbons of dawn
shadows of dragons glide across the windows
the chair rocks
the floor groans
just beyond the city
the hills are blazing
with the fire of autumn.

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