we used ride our bikes
up South Capitol Street
to go look
at the green pastures
of St. Elizabeths' Mental
Hospital.
we'd hang
onto the black metal
bars fenced
around
the establishment and wonder
what has
happened to these
people milling about.
ranting,
raving, talking to themselves,
angry all the time
about everything
under the sun.
they had lost their minds.
and now, so many years
later, i realize that
they are no longer behind
the bars,
but are out among us,
and voting.
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