Seen in the late autumn

I saw the clouds break. I saw them broken. I saw the sharp line between light and a sliver of shadow. I saw the horizon offering. I saw the light, that same light, dip a bit, darker. I saw the hope drain away. I saw a showroom where we are seen. I saw what I shouldn't see. I saw you carefully averting your eyes. I saw the slowly rotating decor. I saw an opportunity. I saw that you took it. I saw that sandwich and its promise. I saw the request to sing given to everyone within earshot. I saw the lampshade sway while little hands pound walls. I saw them alive with it. I saw that sawhorse holding your precious things. I saw her pacing like an apex predator using the furniture to steady herself. I saw the imperceptible once, no, twice. I saw many fine stones, unturned. I saw that it wasn't work, actually. I saw the empty room where I saw nothing. I saw the view.

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