‘We’ll just circle the block again waiting,
For the first available parking-spot,
For your doctors’ appointment, what are you
Going to tell him?’ she suddenly asked.
Someone honked at her, and she scowled,
Then I jumped-out at the proper time.
At the door, loitered gangs of drug-addicts,
Eager to see if I was wearing a red shirt.
Inside, mental patient’s scrubbed plant-leaves,
Security scrutinized monitors,
And Secretaries X, Y and Z sat behind a wall,
Suitably masked behind a glass-screen.
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