At the Kandinsky Exhibit

Go to see a retrospective
At a hip museum;
Look around and gain perspective –
Call it as you see ‘em.

Hated all his early stuff,
Though the headphones hailed it;
Wonder if folks had enough
When he at first unveiled it.

Pretty soon his style emerged,
As did my admiration:
Shapes and colors popped and verged
In stunning variation.

Crowds of visitors drew round
To view each masterpiece;
Comments varied, from profound
To mentions of Matisse.

I felt privileged to be there,
My feelings almost giddy.
There’s nothing that can quite compare
To art shows in the city.

It’s why I cherish living
In such cultural terrain.
As long as art keeps giving
To New York, I will remain.