He paused in the sun, unsure where to go His uniform was new and neatly pressed He carried a new blue mattress and two plastic bags Containing his prison issue for the next three years
No guards were near so I talked with him I didn’t ask him; he wanted to be heard He told me his story; it might be true And then Authority told me to move on. I wished him well
He was paused in life, unsure what to do A frightened teenager in new prison whites