In A Hopper Painting
like early sunday morning
and those still dark windows
the quiet street, or in old
rooms for tourists, musty
chairs, the twang of sagged
bedsprings, there are never
enough lamps; or in that
singular dawn in Pennsylvania,
the deserted depot, factories
yet to fire the furnaces
and that moment of terrible
sky, retreating gray clouds
and you see it, out of picture,
how a streetlamp lends shadow.
Timothy Juhl
like early sunday morning
and those still dark windows
the quiet street, or in old
rooms for tourists, musty
chairs, the twang of sagged
bedsprings, there are never
enough lamps; or in that
singular dawn in Pennsylvania,
the deserted depot, factories
yet to fire the furnaces
and that moment of terrible
sky, retreating gray clouds
and you see it, out of picture,
how a streetlamp lends shadow.
Timothy Juhl