museum secretsA Poem by andy groewhite walls (which should at least be light grey) are covered with pictures and photos and things. black words tell you what is what and when a who brought imagination to life. you can even see the silly little prices hiding below the words. oft traveled paths wear into nothing but your feet, and no matter how many warnings, you're always tempted to touch. you search for the piece that you always end up at, even though it's never moved. upside down and sideways, hidden intentions and detailed blurry faces. favorite stairs favorite rooms those that scratch your head. and you continue on scratching until you're finished, but it's only then that you realize ennunciation starts with an e. © 2010 andy groe |
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