An Edward Hopper World

I drive through early
Independence Day,
The sun shines lonely
On the cornices;

It’s like I’m in
An Edward Hopper world
Of timelessness
And magic canvasses

There is a feeling
Lonesome hearts will know,
Of pride in emptiness and
Vain display,

And how we strive,
Wherever we might go,
To find some beauty there
Along

The way

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