I can be found in a museum of nothing,
of walls which do not inspire.
My exhibit, unfindable,
its tenure, most questionable
and my thoughts, barely knowable.
The clientele here is largely invisible;
there is no gift shop or bar.
My dreams are the place of it
in total subservience
to the mind’s nightly regimen.
Phil Huffy practiced law long enough. Now, he writes daily at his kitchen table in upstate, New York, USA. Publications include Sarasvati, Gold Dust, Eunoia, The Lyric, and Lighten Up Online.