eye of the beholder

You see works of man
belonging in a museum.
I see various shaped rocks
belonging in a dam.

See the bird
its beak, its eye.
This is art.
No, no, that's absurd.

Feel this tool
its edge, its handle.
It fits the hand.
No, no, I'm no fool.

So we debate, about
rocks, critters and faces
with no resolution
with no checkmate.

la 2/5/08