STILL LIFE

To have met in the snow
under the statue
of Praxitiles and Michaelangelo
at the public library steps
was too wonderful
for my Muse's sensibility
in a seance of  words and art
possessing the Old Masters,
surviving of memory
in the corners of fictive love
meeting in Paris
to play racquetball and tennis
wearing periodic sweat pants
as we observe spring birds
around for awhile
at Seine St. Denis,

Let's go to a museum.