or if the room is empty, or if it
holds the breath of uneasy ghosts
if the walls are deep blue and sunlit
we will exist here
in hopper’s silence
we will sit next to dusty windows
from some other century
a view of what, though?
not cities and not water
an expanse of manicured lawn?
yes, and then the interstate
beyond it, but empty
there’s been a tragedy
it’s the end of an age or
not quite the
beginning of the next
we are witnesses
we are in love
this, at least,
is a comfort
– John Sweet
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Nice.