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


Generous with nuances between its covers
Can never be referred to
As being used

A book
Is not a woman used, used up

Courteous behind your makeshift stall
Suave towards the curious passersby
Negotiating
Artbooks, 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
Vaulting from crest to crest
Agile like a panther

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

You were
On top of the world
Too adroit to ever fall

So you thought