The Art Institute

I take an unofficial seat facing the Asia Indian section.
Hindi temple figures jostling against blank walls.
I know I'm letting the scenery go by, thinking
I've got rid of you for good and I'm not empty;
just not sure what I'm full of yet.

Small crowds are passing my stop in both directions.
Ten kids momentarily surround one exhibit:
"Boo-dah" intones the teacher behind.
They're making notes for something
and I'm sitting here and making notes for me.

Somewhere inside a bell's ringing for all of us
to get off; walk out somehow onto Michigan Avenue.


Bridget Khursheed

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