"Well, I have a very simple method of painting"
"Gas" ~~~ Edward Hopper
he stands alone at the pump
a sentinel in half light
one hand on hose ~~
other itching for a cigarette
[ he promised her he would stop ]
sun's slipped low enough to
gray-blue-tinge the tree edges ~~
country road unraveling
into the hush of approaching darkness
does he think of her?
long hair full of summer lightness
sweet voice that used to remind him ~~
"come home early for pie"
or ~ does he think at all
satisfied with the rhythm
of solitary duty
pump the gas
sweep the floor
lock up
sleep