Last night's jailer
releases
you at sunrise
today.
You
intend to get a fresh
start,
making yet another
promise
to go straight.
The
cell door swings
open
with an irritating
screech.
(The
damn thing
could
use a little oil...
and
you, a shave.)
You
are free to go.
Chris
Hanch 7-23-17
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