“The Sunset Branch,” by W. S. Di Piero

Poetry by W. S. Di Piero: “When do we find ourselves, and where?”

The New Yorker
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💬 0  🔁 0  ❤️ 0 · In the Basilica of San Vitale · W.S. Di Piero The old conclude their silent prayers and ease their slow bones from empty pews. We unbelievers take pictures. Different dream…

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“Edward Hopper (Yellow and Red),” by W. S. Di Piero

Poetry by W. S. Di Piero: “The windows inflect an ethic of the watched, / the overseen, the secretive.”

The New Yorker