Asylum.
there’s the usual―
fields of stone walls;
pastures of wired fences;
green sunny skies,
blue fields of sand,
leather straightjackets
bar-thick window screens
making room for the unusual―
warm-bloodedness;
ordinariness;
abundance of sunlight,
reciprocals of trust;
consistency of joy
offerings of peace
but
greeted by the usual-
hesitant hands
Mark Anthony Thomas
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