making a beeline for more art,
we paused at American History
for a snowcone (him)
& a loo stop (me), then
~ ~ ~
bracelet-wielding monks
in mustard robes
waylayed us near
the turtle-paced security line
at the Natural History museum.
(thank goodness, not us)
we were assured
'lucky-lucky'
~ ~ ~
my blue-lipped compatriot
departed for other galleries.
& i took a circuitous route
through these familiar halls.
Cezanne's Portraits
(some of)
always one of my favorite
more favorites
in my childhood,
if we were to eat in one of the museums,
this would be the one -
the underground cafeteria
between the East Wing & the National Gallery.
Meet at the Waterfall
so that's what we did
i briefly had companions
follow me to the East Wing
however, they quickly departed
to a less abstract place
(i heard it was really crowded).
glass stratum video
a swing back through
on my way to a
rendevous.
not the Mona Lisa
but igualmente divine
national art gallery main fountain
