Winter Sunrise Outside a Café Near Butte, Montana

Winter Sunrise Outside a Café

Near Butte, Montana
by Edward Hopper

A crazed sizzle of blazing bees
in the word EAT. Beyond it,

thousands of stars have faded
like deserted flowers in the thin

light washing up in the distance,
flooding the snowy mountains

bluff by bluff. Moments later,
the sign blinks, winks dark,

and a white-aproned cook—
surfacing in the murky sheen

of the window—leans awhile
like a cut lily . . . staring out

into the famished blankness
he knows he must go home to.

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  1. I like the voice taken in this piece which is somehow in between Mother Nature and man. I get the impression that there is more to the poem than mere description perhaps man’s smallness in the universe and/or the loneliness and burden to find meaning in such. But that’s not to say that we should necessarily assume doom and gloom; where there is beauty, there is hope. The void of nothingness can be the canvas of creation. Thanks for sharing ?!

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