our bikes
up south capitol street,
into congress heights
and stop
at St. Elizabeth's Hospital.
the red bricked asylum
laced
in ivy and age.
an iron fence stood between us,
keeping them in
and us out.
but on the pastures of green
and trees
wandered so many
hollowed angels
in flowing blue gowns,
lost in some unknowable
dream.
it was a moment remembered.
filling you both
with fear and doubt.
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