The Light Slants

The light slants. I can try
to describe it. There's a slant
of light. Well, you've seen it.
In those Edward Hopper paintings. Edward Hopper,
painter of paintings. Edward Hopper,
Homer of Homers. Edward Hopper alone.

When you first saw it, you probably had
no reference to package it if like me
you were immature and immature
with words and the translation of feeling
into something other than emotion
or tantrum. The fascism of tantrum.

That light and shadow. The abandoned front
of uninteresting shops unopened come
evenings and weekends. The lump that spritzes
in your throat when you feel like you have been
wounded for no good reason or for no reason
other than trying to do something
helpful, something helpful at all.
              

June 14, 2020