There was a time that I knew well.
The world was Hopper-like, and still;
The sea and shadow were my friends
Out past the place the long road ends.
We lived in amity, and chose
As old days fell, and new weeks rose,
To lift each other up and bless
With heartfelt joy and such largesse
As we could muster in those times.
Our thoughts in pennies, march in dimes,
From field to city, coast to coast,
Delivered Saturday evening, post.
Rockwell tonight, and know in dreams
The world may not be what it seems
Or may be; we can never tell --
Even in times that we know