Art Gallery Closing Time

Steps never went away so far as when they carried
Mr. and Mrs. Smith out of the gallery of the museum of art.
Steps went down out of morning and one could not turn round
and ascend them.

They went down into evening out of the gallery of the palace
of art
And so brought one into Mr. MacGregor's chaos,
A fine thriving city with car tracks and stop signs every which
way.

They went out into the red network of evening.
One white marble portion after another nimbly rounding
Away from the morning marshes and flamingoes in the palace
of the legion of art.