I am about to slant the shutters downward but you knock, your handsome face captured on evening's window.
I perceive more of you now in this after light when dusk dims the stress of a business day,
and the moon draws out the poet, his eyes that see it floating large as a water opal in the desert sky.
They invite me to join the gazing, to step beyond the door and let my shadow dissolve with yours, transfigured in the trees as Saguaro pillars cast their temple on the ground. __________________________________
The painting is called "Summer Evening" by Edward Hopper.