as something
different.
something soft and easy.
a rest home
somewhere on the eastern
shore.
first floor of course,
the ocean a short walk away.
the pool
nearby, new friends playing
cards and drinking.
i never thought i'd be on
this roof,
having climbed
the thirty-two foot ladder
with a bucket of paint
and brush again.
but oh, how i like the view.
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