She hangs art like
a gallery's gravedigger
the lonely, ageless currator puts
pieces in their final resting spots.

More intimate with them
than their creators.
She knows every corner, every crack,
every speck, every perfection.

The artworks' mistress
knows nothing of art herself,
but there is a simple beauty
in the craft she has mastered.

Queen of relation and magnitude-
of aspect and angle.
She lays the foundation
for impact and experience.

Visions of impromtu manifestations
of overwhelming passion have
been engineered by the deft guidance
of a force rarely appreciated.

ALB 2001

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