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I wake in darkness

thinking of an Edward Hopper documentary

narrated by Steve Martin.

I see in detail

a corner of theatres and taxis,

an orderly photographer’s studio,

and invent motives

for the noncommittal postures.

Facades,

muddiness of concrete.

A simple dress.

I wake beneath dark lamps,

my window fractions into deeper darkness.

A flooded road,

faces of the brown deer and limping buck.

From an antler

grass trails by the roots.