EDWARD HOPPER UNDERSTOOD THE ROOMS OF THE LONELY BY ROCHELLE JEWEL SHAPIRO

In a bare room, lonely,

I stand naked in a lonely 

patch of sun, thinking of you, lonely. 

I sit and let my blue shadow stretch lonely 

on the green carpet like grass

lonely for flowers. Lonely 

like the bed, empty of you. Lonely 

like not wanting to get dressed, or eat, that lonely. 

February 5, 2021