—on a painting by Edward Hopper
Pegasus
A flying red horse
was a sign of my time.
On drives anywhere
along a center white line
with mom and dad
and we stopped to fill up
I’d see him through my
backseat window as
on my couch-like seat
I lay supine, there he’d be,
flying high on a Mobile sign
on a tall white post in an
olden time when I
innocently thought
life was truly sublime
and horses could fly and
all things rhymed
Jim Culleny
12/5/25
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