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| Askold Salsky 7 a.m. after Edward Hopper the sidewalk ends at the edge of its rectitude bottles stranded in the store window how little we know when we leave things alone certain only that someone has been there so someone must be coming someone must be watching the light organizing itself on canvas what is crafted tending to emptiness what blossoms filling with shadows those who haven’t yet appeared trapped even by not being there |