Is He Happy
EACH MORNING I LAY IN BED
AND TURN TO THE RIGHT
LOOKING STRAIGHT AHEAD AT A LONELY
RUSTY OLD STATIONARY THREE BLADE ROOM FAN
BARELY MOVING
AND BARELY STANDING ERECT
LOOKING COMPASSIONATELY BACK AT ME
WITHOUT BEING JUDGEMENTAL
WONDERING WHO IS THIS MAN
WHERE IS HE GOING
AND IS HE HAPPY
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