I AM A HOPPER PAINTING
Doudloom, I arch the domed
cornice, all windows and light,
and I am that fleshy, naked
being who occupies the open
floor : I unwind, thinking of the
night creeping in 'round that
darkened arch of trees or
those rendered, simple souls
hunched over their dark and
lonely streetscapes - where
the city-street unevenly
stretches, reaching its hand
against corners unseen.
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