Bill Grace

A Blonde At The Oldest Modern Art Museum In Texas

The blonde
a bottle beauty
alluring to my taste
despite the ocean of years
separating us
presented herself
at the admissions desk.

'Would you welcome an
overview strategy
for seeing the McNay? '

She said yes
and
received the standard
gift of a briefing.

On checking out,
which most do not,
she told me
she was on assignment.

'I have to identify
two works
which have the
same theme.'

'Did you see
El Greco's ‘Head of Christ'
next to the video alcove? '

'No -
there were too many
people in there.'

I took her to the
courtyard,
Showed her
Ulman's
'War Mother.'

A smart phone
from nowhere appeared,
a picture was snapped.
I will always wonder
if we got an A.

Topic(s) of this poem: art

Poem Submitted: Saturday, June 21, 2014
Poem Edited: Sunday, June 22, 2014

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Comments about A Blonde At The Oldest Modern Art Museum In Texas by Bill Grace

  • Susan LacovaraSusan Lacovara (6/21/2014 6:07:00 PM)

    Well...I am giving you an A. Nicely crafted, taking us along with you. PEACE

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