now
residing at St. Elizabeth's
asylum.
he seems happy,
content.
no longer worried about
work,
the wife or kids.
the weeds in his yard.
he's past all that now.
he shakes my
hand as we sit to have lunch
outdoors
on the expansive land,
woods,
a bench.
how's it going, i ask him.
when are you getting out?
he whispers,
what are you crazy?
i love it here. the food,
the lake view,
books to read, the exercise
room.
you have to check my new
nurse out.
whew. such a tease.
by the way,
before you leave, i have
to scream and yell at you for
awhile. hope you
don't mind, but i have to
show them
that i'm not ready to be
released.
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