Looking out the Window of the Andy Warhol Museum
“I always like, as well as liked looking out of windows in
museums. It is more complete, looking out of windows in
museums, than looking out of windows anywhere else.”
–Gertrude Stein, “Pictures”
Lectures in America
Is the world
always so colorful
and brick brick by brick
so purely uneven
yet standing?
Is it? What we see?
Is snow always capable
of escaping the sidewalk
or hiding
under cars?
Is it everyday
this playful?
And those trees!
Look at them
just waiting
for someone
to dip their bare twigs
in paint.
–Eloise Klein Healy
This poem was first published in Eloise Klein Healy's book, Passing.