‘Nighthawks’ – Edward Hopper (USA) 1942
A prose poem by Alan Passey
A lightbox is not the ideal place to consider regrets. Whose history can withstand that level of scrutiny, that exposure? He recalls the French girl but can’t remember her name. Something about a wren, or maybe a sparrow. The tall man he catches in the darkness will paint him from memory. Regrets invisible. Shapeless. Seeping into the shadows to live with his secrets. This is the progress of man, he says, we are part of it. Evolution rues the day and savours the night at Phillies.
Somewhere Else Writers Group 