MR. SUN

( in response to Edward Hopper’s painting, Cobb's Barn and Distant Houses)

Weren’t you there last evening?

Oh, come now

I saw you there

Yes, it was you

and I saw you

scurrying over the hills of golden grass

dried in the sun

Why, you were even dancing

on top of the barn, no less

And then you dallied in the meadow

fooling around with the wheat that grows tall

like a kitten with a ball of yarn

Ah, yes, you are a silly one, aren’t you

I saw you there last evening

painting the dull fields of ochre ten times more brilliant

and turning the crimson into scarlet

Mr. Sun, you lively creature,

how sad to see you go

and leave the golden fields blue

But I saw you there last evening

Weren’t you there last evening?