NON-SONNET
(C) R.L.K.
It’s the kind of summer morning
that might make you think of an
Edward Hopper painting: bright sky,
empty street, shuttered shops, and,
of course, trees looming in the distance,
lending strangeness to the landscape. So,
what’s that feeling? Why, it could be
the lowdown lonely town wander around
nowhere bound blues coming on. That’s
tuneful enough, a way to say “how it
really is”: this day, this scene where
nobody waits to be in somebody's dream.
Just jot these notes, then: Seven a.m.
Sunlight and shadow on old stone stairs.
