Closing Time at the Museum

Today is a wish,

or a halfhearted promise of escape

from the contrived hopes that scaffold my vision.

In the cell of my heart,

the hot tight center of my body,

there is neither youth nor future.

None of the contrivances of a public life;

only the strong sweet warmth 

of a private life -

the solitude of a landscape painting

and a single detached patron

at closing time.

 

Come visit dVerse open link night.