| *To Edward Hopper*the sweet nothing of morning light a hug without arms the warmth over me just for me nothing but flesh and the body’s water a strip of fabric and a pane of glass this is beyond the ecstasy |
| Harris Coverley is a Rhysling-nominated poet with verse forthcoming in Better Than Starbucks, Corvus Review, and The Oddville Press. He lives in Manchester, England. He tweets as @ha_coverley. |