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The Jailer Rattles His Keys

All rise

 

And suddenly you’re awake. The clock reads two

All green as glowing hands that don’t look like hands

A cavalcade of life is passing by

Unseen beneath the shadow-giving trees

 

The judge will now read the charge

 

The date she broke, the bad decision you made

How tire tracks were wiped out by the midnight rain

The waved-away friend you never saw again,

The boss who smiled as you cleared your desk

 

The jury will now retire

 

And suddenly you’re awake. The clock reads five

Time to make the coffee and come alive

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lawrence-hall
Published
Mar 10
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Lawrence Hall

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