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The Museum

In Poetry on January 12, 2014 at 1:14 pm

Walking out of the muddy woods

and into a pristine museum

tracks dirt onto the exhibits.

 

You may knock something over, or

slip on the stairs and hurt yourself.

Someone will have to clean this up,

no doubt about that.

 

The cold, clean air of a museum,

harboring tokens of humanity,

is no place for dirt from the

muddy woods.

 

You must pay your fee, clean your shoes

comb your hair, iron your shirt, before

you can enter the museum.

 

The museum is no place for dirt

from the muddy woods.

So don’t track it in.

 

Cold

air.

Wet

dirt.

Tile

Hardwood

Ceramic

Floors.

 

Don’t track it in.

 

Zack Henry, USA

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