Sep 13
at the edge of any town
evening leaks out over green tufts
trio of circular-headed
pumps with no cars to quench
grass like a smudge of butter
nudges the curbs
lights threading shadows
where a man
back to the road
waits for another vehicle
to pull up by
the unswinging Mobil
red Pegasus to signal
here is where you fill
evening leaks out over green tufts
trio of circular-headed
pumps with no cars to quench
grass like a smudge of butter
nudges the curbs
lights threading shadows
where a man
back to the road
waits for another vehicle
to pull up by
the unswinging Mobil
red Pegasus to signal
here is where you fill
Written: September 2024.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time. Feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page and Instagram page can be found on my HP home page. This piece is inspired by Edward Hopper’s 1940 painting of the same name.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time. Feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page and Instagram page can be found on my HP home page. This piece is inspired by Edward Hopper’s 1940 painting of the same name.
