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Click here(written last Spring in "The Crisis Resource Center" in Grants Pass, OR)
Haggard crows fly by over
majestically layered clouds
in a rich blue sky
above forest green mountains
tangled and pure
above the wood fence of this psychiatric rehab center:
my back aches and the wind
blows my blond bangs from side to side
behind my back by the basketball hoop
is another fence
behind which the women, some attractive,
live;
we see them about once a day
one of the phillipino nurses passes by
concerned by nought but the meds on her tray:
"salawat" or "thank you"
I always say
(Inside, the abrasive T.V. is always on
and the walls are covered with Monets:
the encyclopedia tells me he painted his water lilies
through cataracts)
there's abundant light from the Spring sun
but my feet are freezing
in the leather sandals
I acquired in Thailand
from a young Canadian
I have some money and could leave
but am melancholy
and it seems like a place
to voyage within
I smoke the day's tenth cigarette
it's raining again now:
all is zen and unzen