Mr. Sun

( in response to Edward Hopper’s painting, Cobb’s Barns 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?