Art Lecture
I went to the art lecture
Because I knew it would
Be dark, and I could sit
In the back of the room
In back of all the backs
Of heads staring forward
At the slides shuttering by,
Oil strokes, cut stones
Doric spires all whispering
--This too shall pass—
Ruins.
You could still smoke in those
Rooms back then
And the plumes and gray lace
Rose to the rafters
--Like souls---
Copyright © Craig Sipe | Year Posted 2024
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