Poem: The Museum at Night

The Museum At Night

At night, you imagine the museum,
paintings in intrigue, love affairs,
politics and passions released.
arguments on art and current affairs.
Laughter at the daily patrons
and their silly comments,
the ones who profess a depth of knowledge
that somehow misses the life in each gilded frame.

About this poem

Most of us have a lot more going on inside than anyone sees. It’s a wonder the world works as well as it does.


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