"Well, I have a very simple method of painting"
"Gas" ~~~ Edward Hopper
he stands alone at the pumps
sentinel in half light
one hand on hose ~~
other itching for a cigarette
[ he promised her he would stop ]
sun has slipped low enough to
gray-blue-tinge tree edges ~~
the country road unraveling
into hush of approaching darkness
does he think of her?
hair full of summer lightness
a voice that used to remind him ~~
"come home early for pie"
or does he not think at all
satisfied with the rhythm
of solitary duty ~~
pump the gas
sweep the floor
lock up
sleep