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SIZING THINGS UP AT THE MFA
Why would a museum even try to compete
with that stand of white birch
displayed in your February
courtyard like gelid ghosts with
fingers of frost?
This isn't an art contest you can win.
Back off.
Even Picasso bowed down before the birch.
Monet, Manet, Van Gogh, Matisse...
they all wisely stayed inside and
hoped for the best.
It was winter. It was Boston.
The windows looked inward,
with noses pressed against them
and eyes drawn to
the delicate calligraphy
that these spectres
scribed in air.
February 18, 2016