in the grand Museums far from very far
shreds of gold are softly
flaking off
the icons and the stars
and certain planets
not yet born
in the grandiose Museums
Spring on the avenues
all the trees are flowering
my bills are past due
but I can go
on mild days or through snow
to see brilliant paintings from
the very long ago
in a gallery of dreams
even if I have to
just eat green beans.
I know the tides will turn
toward everything beautiful
I ever learned.
mary angela douglas 6 september 2022;27 february 2023
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