:: museum ::
i found,
perfumed , decked with
statues and sympathetic leaflets
to no avail.

i saw the people here.

studio, still, paintings.

i saw the artist there.

the museum, past
locked behind glass,
and computerised screens,
swimming in light.

i saw the man here.

the man too tall,
so they bended him wholly
to fit,
as they did the ladies waist,
to suit the time, and hat.

i saw my friends there.

the bus, crowded chatter,
a quiet place,
to watch as film

much time to think,

i saw myself there

the window steamed
reflected way, the day.

who do i see there,
today