(Still on vacation, now in Lake view, NY. Yesterday I was in Cleveland. The day before I spent time – alone in the Cleveland art Museum that this poem reflects.)
The Atrium, spot stamped approval by poet professor )
I saw more clocks tick
The Cleveland art museum
Is my favorite spot
At the college. I
Pretended the construction zone was an art installation:
In the atrium relaxing.
“Clickety Clack bang bang,”
A collection of discordance to
Send Tom Wait’s for his collection of sounds.
I’m in an MRI drawing.
Diagnosis artist in need of peace.
Girls in long hair, lines
That turn into the drawings
They’re making with pencils
I draw.
6 Impossible Things For Breakfast 