a one room flat near the man
made lake.
a squared
off place to rest one's head.
you can hardly
hear the traffic
on the interstate
a block away.
outside
is the water, still and green,
the path.
the neighbors with their
dog.
the new borns in carriages.
it's home.
it's shangri la in your
head.
down goes the welcome
mat.
the plant on the table.
the posters up.
the wobbly table, the tv
in the corner.
death arrives long before
its time.
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