MARBLES

24 January 2016

In Front Of The Art Museum

Last night

I dreamt you were peddling books
In front of the art museum

Used books — although
In my estimation a book
Can never be referred to
As being used

A book
Always with nuances between its covers

Is not a woman
Displayed, used, used up

Courteous behind your makeshift stall
Explaining to curious passersby
Art books poetry
Psychology no longer in vogue
Things to rid

You had acquired new spectacles
Gold rimmed and stylish
To outfit your new outlook
Your new views

And you said to me: look I am flying

You flew onto the terracotta rooftops
And vaulted from crest to crest
Agile like a panther

I was taking you in, every inch of you
My feet were rooted on the pavement

There you were
On top of the world
Too adroit to ever fall

Or so you thought