I went to the
museum
I rode the metro
And admired all
of the fine arts:
The art of
walking
The technique of
sitting
The beauty of a
yawn
Harmonied
laughter
Lines of colour
Curling smoothly
beneath laughing eyes
There are
brushstrokes
In the arcs of
walking feet
The swish of
jeans
Falling waves of
falling hair
And the way we
position ourselves
Around each other
on the train
Beauty and
desperation
Splashes of red
and blue
The shade and
shape
Of a nose or
cheekbone.
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