I worked here for a long time, left to become a teacher and have been back to read poems, show work and lead workshops.
Bury Art Museum and Library
Stop for a moment and look at the marvel.
The stunning,
And monumental.
Stone chiseled,
Gods and heroes, look down
And ponder,
What it means to be.
To be art
Or thought of that way.
Don’t be overwhelmed by it
It was built for you!
And although,
You won’t see the words anywhere on the stone
at the right time and in the right light,
Bright like neon,
It says
“Welcome, dreamers”
You’ll see them, mounting the steps, and perhaps join them
In wonder,
Of what they will find.
Stored in stacks,
And millions of artifacts,
Are stories.
Great and small, mean and good
And all the above.
Written in books that are free to read,
And objects,
Which when handled,
Are a little like time travel.
Magical.
Pictures and paintings which are portals to dream into,
To lean on and believe in,
When you need something more than food, or work or life.
To unlock that part of you that says
Yes!
Touch the stone,
Stand in front of a painting and let it speak to you,
Read a book that will change everything.
Welcome home,
dreamer.
Josef Minta 
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