Afternoon at the Museum

The chuffs are drunk again--
they wintle in from the street, brawling
past Venus on her plinth, nude
but too old to interest them.

The old custodian comes out shaking his
cane in the air. "Closed. We're closed
to the likes of you, always! Go away,
rude boys, go back to school!"

The walls are ranged with vivaria
lined with spongy moss, where salamanders
lie in coils and peer out
at the wildlife.

--for Poefusion

Collection available! Knocking from Inside