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                                                              Automat, 1927

                                and so it came to evening
                                where all outside became

                                the dark of window
                                zipped by serried flanks of light

                                held in time
                                for tea – for long moments

                                gone cold while last thoughts
                                echoed back through canyons

                of event


the first of a triptych tucked quietly within an anterior quadriptych




Edward Hopper & years wormhole: Soir Bleu, 1914
evening wormhole: the windmill
light wormhole: the breath of London
tea wormhole: I can say / that I do all sorts of dance
thought wormhole: ‘from under the awning …’
time wormhole: 08:55
windows wormhole: bougainvillea