visiting day on Sunday

i take

the long ride 

into the hills to go visit

an inmate

in the state

asylum.

i hear she's better now.

she's weaving

baskets

and has taken up knitting.

it's not so bad

there.

three squares per day.

a fenced in yard

to grow

vegetables,

a recreation area

to stretch

her legs

and arms in the sun

when there is one.

she reads

and watches television,

plays the piano

on special

occasions.

at last

it's home for her now.

something she never had.

which makes

me happy.