The museum

Day Seven: No prompt for me today. Just writing.

photo by Michael Rudd

There is a world behind the glass,
                                                      set apart,
                                                      left for us to question
as we run our hands down
the cold smoothness,
ponder the meaning of the streaks
we leave behind - oil and dirt,
something majestic like
a brand new work of art,
a masterpiece - bright canvas
and dark brushstrokes we will
hang up behind the glass,
                                                      set apart,
                                                      left for others to question.
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Playing on my iTunes at this very moment:
Dag Savage, Van Gogh