On the way past the park, I happen upon
Shakespeare, trapped in his personal prison garden
of perennials and succulents and iron bars.
It’s the most efficient way
of holding someone indefinitely-
they cut off his arms and legs,
stuck him on a pedestal,
and froze him like Han Solo.
He notices me,
and shouts up,
“Hey! Think you can get me out of here, man? Please?”
I stop, and think for a second.
I’ll bring you a newspaper tomorrow.”