Simon Adamson

Salvador Dali Museum

Paris France

As I enter the museum

I notice that it is like a canvas in which

Mr. Dali himself has thrown his life work into

As I walk through its halls

I am looking for the smallest most surreal details

That the author has hidden almost like ants in paintings

As I look at the brass sculptures

The sway like mighty pythons in the ways the convulse and digress

In areas that are almost to two-D

As I climb the stairs to the top floor

I smell my breakfast in a café where they have prepared

The most overplayed delicacies of France that are encased in a glass cage

As I leave bastion of art and culture

I notice that today is my last day in France

And I think what a day well spent