She was on her balcony
staring at life below —
leaning on a railing
that suddenly gave way.
Soon Lucille was lying
where she had been looking.

Lucille told me this
while sitting in her wheel chair.
The administration had taken away
the electric one because
she kept running people down.
She told me she was mad at life —
that she would never get over it.
Anger was the only thing
she had going for her.

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