The Footbridge
Facing wisteria, his eyesight dim,
Monet painted a footbridge over a pond,
dawn, noon, sundown. Seeing only blue,
Facing wisteria, his eyesight dim,
Monet painted a footbridge over a pond,
dawn, noon, sundown. Seeing only blue,
Hopper never painted this, but here
on a snaky path his vision lingers:
Three white tombs, robots with glassed-in faces
Before God created people,
he made animals,
unnamed and marvelous,