I can no longer go
to the places art hangs out
Flea-markets-yard-sales-estate-sales-heck-mid-scale-hotels-sometimes
without taking…
… surreptitious snapshots
of all the oil-based-still-lives
water-colored sailboats
and occasional knock-off Mondrians
by the hands of amateur strangers
Because you won’t let them see
These masterpieces:
The one of the Russian sub disaster with the crazy dark blue you invented
floating downward
Only a house for a boat
Lit from the inside
Slow diagonal slide
Or that same impossible blue
Night this time, rising with an arc of lights
Rivaling the stars