Art Museum

by | Feb 16, 2011 | Blog, My Poems

 

1.

There are still fields
where the crops

split open

into other fields.

The crows become
a canyon

that opens its mouth

revealing

a dust storm.

 

2.

You walk into a museum
and focus

on a set of inverted

paintings—

a cropping of heads
mounted

on pivoting sticks

that sing.