Ode To The Guggenheim...

So you're finally back,

finally unwrapped.

it's good to see you,

the jewel of Fifth Avenue,

the scaffolding gone,

the paint job done.

so much bickering

and childish snickering,
about the color shade;
should it glow or fade?
would Frank Lloyd approve?
what's a Board to do?
with a dream design
that travels through time.
your spiral repose,
the shape everyone knows,
inspiring for decades,
relevance that never fades,
across the street from the Park,
you seem to glow in the dark.
everyone must have a picture,
of the nest like structure,
some people never go in,
which is not such a sin,
the majestic artistry
is all they need to see.
it is nice to have you back,
smooth and with no cracks,
all is right once again,
reunited with an old friend,
soaking up the Fifth Avenue light,
always silent and sublime,
Frank Lloyd Wright's Guggenheim...