Frames
she sat in a corner
like Little Jack Horner
bellowing out,
“EVERYTHING must go,
even the house!”
and this was her greeting
to young and to old
and smiled we did
as we sifted
all manner of ware
strewn here, strewn there
and down on a creaking knee
we bent to see
what walls would wear
long scenic shores
through Tuscan trees
off the white of France
mid fields of frozen flowers
carbons of Renoir, Monet
and again, she bellowed out,
“Take it all, $50 for the lot!”
but a museum we were not
and later she would say
how she could not stay
in a house too big
for a pair
and as we left her there
we heard her holler
to the next dollar
“EVERYTHING must go,
even the house!”
TL