Exhibition at the Museum of Modern Art
by Amy Stone


I’m standing between the tall
church steeple and bright
crescent moon of Van Gogh’s
Starry Night. But it is not
the swirling clouds
or luminescent spheres
that capture my eye.

It is the girl in tight shorts
shifting her weight
hip to hip who draws
all the attention.
She is the only one involved
in connecting the dots
across a canvas sky.

Everyone else is looking
at the absurd wiggle
of ass, curve of sculpted leg,
narcissistic toss
of haystack-colored mane.
We have deserted post-
impressionist appreciation
and moved on to this
more modern-day image.

True art is in the eye
of the beholder, and all gazes
critique the girl
as she smugly strolls away.






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