I went to the art museum years ago
I’m not one to go but something drew me in
I quickly was lost in sculptures
I stopped at one that made me take another look
Something familiar
She seemed real

A man came to visit her once
A traveler, a comedian, a poet,
He saw something in this sculpture
A glossed surface but so much bursting under the surface
The sculpture seemed to come to life for him
And just like that,
They were both running

Winding through the museum
There was a riverwalk,
There was uncertainty in her eyes
Not his
A beautiful story started to unfold
She never felt like this
And never would again

I don’t know where the man went but at last I caught up with her,
She turned around, gasping for air
She looked different
Faint lines appeared across her face
The layers of gloss had melted away
Ready,
It was too late

06/22/2017

Posted on 06/22/2017
Copyright © 2024 April Stale