DOVE TAIL

You walk through invisible spaces

in rooms,in between the shelves of bookcases.

You tower everything in your small height, 

looking down on what is only 

blocks to you, 

wooden blocks with primitive etchings on,

let me tell you,

this is not a museum 

and you are not a member

of this gallery,

which is mine,

ownership that is not overbearing,

as you see I am not a bear,

I do not look through trash cans 

and when I do 

I am ashamed,

of what is so obviously 

not what i need nor want.