The Potato Eaters

When “The Potato Eaters” came to town

I got up early to be first in line

To see them, but there wasn’t any line.

I had the painting to myself; alone,

Without a crowd of people pushing me

Along, and docents urging me to walk

A little faster just as though

To linger at the painting was a crime

Or at the very least a waste of time.

But no one was around, and so I stood

And looked and really saw the people there.

I owned the painting for that little while.

But then a group of people came, and I

Was told to move along so they could view

The masterpiece and hear the docent talk

About the use of color and the bold technique.

But did they see what was in front of them

While they were chattering amongst themselves

About their dinner yesterday or what

The options were for eating lunch today?

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