If U look closely in one of the mirrors below,
U may glimpse the games being played outside.

In their stead, one of our all-time favorites
From the Calder wing of the permanent collection:

When imagine what, to our surprise,
Was taking place before our very eyes:

Were being restored for the visual arts
With mirrors and cloth playing their parts:

About the time our Italian breaks down
He kindly directs us around to the back.

In Museo Carandente at an old familiar Palazzo:

Yesterday’s reopening, at least, was on house money.

We know, exactly, the remembered place
On the specific night in the specific year
When, ahead of our annual reservations (as usual),
Two perfect strangers passed before the shutter
As two old friends sat on the same Piazza bench
Like bookends, studying the lights as they played
Against the ancient buildings in the square.

Sounds like Godot; looks like Godard?
(Not that I recall the New Wave look.)