Closing Time At The Museum Poem by Ronald Shields
Closing Time At The Museum
Today is a wish,
or a halfhearted promise of escape
from the contrived hopes that scaffold my vision.
In the cell of my heart,
the hot tight center of my body,
there is neither youth nor future.
None of the contrivances of a public life;
only the strong sweet warmth
of a private life -
the solitude of a landscape painting
and a single detached patron
at closing time.
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4/24/2024 1:32:19 AM # 1.0.0.1119
the imagery in this poem is gripping.