Where does art go?
It goes everywhere!
On the wall,
by the door,
near the stairs,
in the heart
and mind’s eye.
It goes everywhere art can fit,
in alignment with unspoken dimensions.
That’s potential, funky,
just funky enough to break up the monotony.
Something nice could go right here,
something to make you stare,
something silvery, shimmering.
They’ll be down, all horizontal,
clearing the banisters by four inches.
It’s all so colorful, it could go anywhere.
Everything is in a pink bag.