Sunday 19 February 2017

Bellas Artes

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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