Angele Toomey Poetry

Museum Part II 
The museum is closed for renovations. 
Exhibits have been torn apart 
for storage and future reassembly. 

No new ideas are being accepted. 
The notion of dust is rejected. 
Visitors are not welcome to 
muse their way through collections. 

There is to be 
only the lonely 
desolation, 
the emptiness
of forced stillness.

Ink wells have dried to powder 
stored hastily with the Founder,
that unflattering self-portrait
whose paint is beginning 
to crack and fade.