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Burnt Sienna

Salford, 15th September

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I recall a leather chair

the smell of it as I sat in it in the morning

it’s sound as I got my back into its folds

it squeaked – like a mouse looking for food

Looking out beyond the glass

in a warm seat

looking out for snowmen

beyond the garden fence

Sitting there quietly

watching the snowflakes

fall to the ground

whilst warming my hands on a hot mug