Museum as Verb

She prefers student
over teacher, says
inspiration is

elusive. No one
would settle without
water nearby. It will all shift—

the more she learns
the less she knows

why
call this—or this—
home. On these days,

she prefers
to board a train
to let go.

7 thoughts on “Museum as Verb”

This poem feels very autumn-ish, with no reference to season–the alchemy of poet and reader! Lovely.

i didn’t get the title, i must say

but the poem self is wonderful. as Joan said, it is autumnish, and carries the feeling of letting go and biting the road..

nice flow, really gives a feeling of impermanence, transition.

Reminds me of taking a bus to and from the Castle of Versailles.

Night & Day Poems of Amy Nash